Super Robot Wars SC

The year is 2313, and Earth and its inhabitants are thriving. Great leaps in scientific achievement and technology has had humanity learning to harness the concept of anti-gravitational propulsion and safely handle nuclear fusion as a greater power source with risk minimized, to an extent that it is widely used in times recent. As if science fiction brought to reality, space has become a new frontier for us to explore and discover, some even calling it their home, what with space stations being converted and expanded into whole small colonies. Humanoid structures are now being used as peace-keeping efforts, but has since expanded its use to the front lines as well. Although global warming has been hindered by the now non-existent usage of petroleum and world hunger remains only a problem almost solved, conflict still exists. And as talks of peace negotiations between the Second European Consortium and the South American countries that had been locked in war for nearly a decade are rife, a new threat is about to emerge, a threat that may become the end of planet Earth altogether.


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((yep like I said simple for now))

1 : 2's character -

Name : Zaime G. Locke
Sex : Male
Age : 17
Height : 5'9"
Weight : 167 lbs
Appearance : White spiky hair, black eyes that compliment his violent expression, wears a black jacket with futuristic design, bearing the emblem a pair of red eyes on the back. Wears long black trousers, a lighter shade of gray from his jacket, and a pair of black shoes with metal ends. Under his jacket is a black zip-up shirt. On the side of the sleeve of his jacket is his school emblem.
Description : Quite violent at times, Zaime is known at his boarding school, The Regalia Abernathy Academy, as one of the most dangerous students on campus, prone to resorting to violence in disagreements and even striking the staff who try to chastise him many many times. Extremely adept in fighting, though his background remains a great mystery to many. He's mean, quite the jerk, but not a coward, but a good point of his is that he definitely doesn't see the opposite sex as anything else but human just like him. He's quite mature, too, and won't argue over petty things. Having him as an enemy will hurt, but as an ally he can be extremely reliable.

Name : Elena Schwann
Gender : Female
Age : 15
Height : 4'10"
Weight : 80 lbs
Appearance : Long silver hair with silver eyes, and wears the Academy's school uniform, which consist of a white dress with gold and blue highlights and a white skirt, with white tennis shoes.
Description : Detached and rarely expresses emotion, Elena is touted as a disciplined, sometimes even by-the-book person, an example in that she always wears the Academy's formal school uniform when doing such isn't mandatory, even in class. Quite intelligent and excels at tennis. It is unknown why, but students say that she is very light for an average girl her age. Rarely engages in conversation, considers herself a thinker and prefers to quietly think things thoroughly instead. Doesn't have any friends, due to her seemingly cold persona. The fact that she's actually pretty shy isn't helping.


MAIN CHARACTER MECH

Blue
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-BLADE-

Height: 19.0 meters
Weight: 45.8 tons
Weapon Systems:
>Vulcan Guns 60/60
A pair of small-caliber guns mounted in the head.
>G-Revolver 6/6
A small pistol for mid-range combat.
>G-Railgun 4/10
A handheld railgun for engaging in long range strikes.
>Blade Tonfa -/-
A pair of blade-equipped tonfas, mounted on the waist. These handheld melee weapons can be used for quick close range strikes, and are very effective when wielded with the right skill.
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Garm
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-DELPLUS-

Height: 19.6 meters
Weight: 27.2 tons
Weapon Systems:
>60mm Vulcan Gun 60/60
The standard armament. Designed mainly to hinder the movements of opponents up close.
>Beam Rifle 5/5
The standard armament of boosted mechanoids but here it is a beam rifle powered by a rechargeable energy cap. If the energy cap runs out of energy it can be replaced with a fresh one, if available.
>Beam Saber -/-
Stored on the shield, it is a close range weapon consisting of a beam blade that can melt through most armor.
>Shield -/-
The shield is a multipurpose weapon. Other than being a defensive armament, it stores multi-purpose grenade launchers, beam sabers, a beam cannon.
>>Two-barrel Grenade Launcher 4/4
A highly versatile weapon that can be equipped with various warheads.
>>Beam Cannon 3/3
A powerful beam weapon housed in the front of the shield.

Misc 1
Misc 2
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Night
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-CERBERUS-

Height: 20.4 meters
Weight: 50.7 tons
Weapon Systems:
>Machine Gun Pod 40/40(x4)
Four remote-controlled drones that can detach themselves from the shoulders and attack from multiple angles.
>Coating Sword -/-
A sword that when activated, extends and exudes a coating of energy that is able to cut with the efficiency of a plasma saber, but with less energy usage.
>Radical Railgun 7/7
Customized Railgun for medium-long to long range attacks.
>Terminus Cannon 2/2
A powerful cannon that taps directly into the Cerberus' experimental TE engine. Capable of overloading the engine if used repeatedly.

Rear
Head
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Leila
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-BARUCH-

Height: 21.4 meters
Weight: 57 tons
Weapon Systems:
>Aur Blade -/-
Plasma sword akin to a normal beam saber, used for fast close quarters combat, stored in the left side of the hip.
>Katif Cannon 40/40
Two twin-barreled cannons on each side of the Baruch's shoulders. Can fire either double shots or single shots from each cannon. Powerful, and quite far in distance.
>Twin Wheel Buster -/-
Extremely effective. Baruch's main weapon, adapted to the boosted mechanoid in design so is very easy to handle, and can launch many kinds of attacks.

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Elena
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-BYARLANT-


Height: 20.6 meters
Weight: 60.3 tons
Mega Particle Cannon x2
A fixed armament, it works as the only range weapons the mobile suit has, the power is rated at 4.7MW. It seems to have a higher rate of fire in place of beam thickness, but that in no way makes it any less dangerous.
Beam Saber x2
There are no beam sabers stored in the recharge racks of the arms. Instead the beam saber is made with the mega particle cannon emitter on each arm.
Claw Arm x2
Two claw arms for close combat. These can be used even if the power supply of the mobile suit is low. Unsuitable for wielding weapons, but strong enough alone.

Rear
Forearm
Head
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Zaime
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-HRAIROO-


Height: 25.2 meters
Weight: 50.8 tons
Weapon Systems:
Beam Cannon x2
Mounted within the shield binders, has higher output than a standard beam rifle.
Beam Saber x2
Stored within the side skirts, standard equipment for melee combat.
Spread Beam
Mounted between the legs of the unit. Has additional thrusters mounted around it.

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Name : Garm A. Plasmal
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Height : 6'1"
Weight : 170 lbs.
Appearance : Short, well-kept dirty-blond hair, green eyes, wears a long-sleeved button up shirt most of the time with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. When the weather calls for it, he wears a blue-zip hoodie. Wears dark grey pants and brown shoes. The school emblem is sewn onto his shirt's right shoulder.
Description : Can fight pretty well, but prefers to mediate peace if possible. Those who have made him angry don't normally try to do it again. The teachers and students see him as an ideal model student at Regalia Abernathy Academy, but in reality he just gets good grades and keeps to himself. He has little social interaction with others, and maintains a strong sense of right and wrong. He doesn't run away from a fight, especially if it meant abandoning someone who needed his help. Usually seems to be very calm. He is always extremely polite and chivalrous to those of the opposite gender. Somewhere along the way he picked up the nickname of "White Knight" as a result of his chivalry and his mediation. Prefers to do things like read and sketch to things like sports, despite his natural athleticism.

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Name : Night Cavalla
Gender : Male
Age : 17
Height : 6'2
Weight : 145
Appearance : Golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He is well built, very athletic looking and handsome. Wears mostly well worn clothing, mainly jeans and t-shirt and a jacket/hoodie over it all of which either black or dark blue. School emblem is on the back of his jackets and shirts.
Description : Cold, heartless, and violent would be the three words that people most often describe him with. Extremely good fighter and smart too. Often skips classes and only shows up when he has to, as well as test days. Rarely does he smile, he is anti-social as well. Loves to fight, gets in fights all the time and never loses. Unlike others though he only fights people who have a chance against him, he ignores those weaker than them because he knows he wouldn't enjoy the fights and he also has restraint as he stops himself from hurting his opponents too much. He also is quite polite to the teachers, knowing that keeping them from hating him is more beneficial. He seems to care little for any one but himself, has no morals whatsoever, and treats the opposite sex just like anyother human. Mostly he just keeps to himself, does his own thing, and observes others. He has his own group of friends that he hangs out with or more of leads. They are more on the delinquent side often stealing answer sheets for tests, selling them, getting other students alcohol and getting into fights. All he does is keep them under control and kinda uses them. As far as people go there are few that he has ever shown any real emotion too. Only three people actually, the co-leader of his group, then two seniors. His past is a complete mystery.

((Alright added a few things to my character))

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Name : Leila((pronounced Layla)) Collins
Gender : Female
Age : 16
Height : 5'3
Weight : 118 lbs
Appearance : Proportioned well, though she was teased by more of the "elite crowd" in school for her glasses and large "rump" which actually is normal size. Is African american, but with soft green eyes and a natural fro hairstyle. Her facial features are pronounced, giving her a striking stare, very beautiful without the stand modifications so prominently touted, making people jealous of her, another reason she was so seriously picked on. She wears a pink and white horizontal stripped polo, with white capri pants and a silver jacket over it. Lower black tennis shoes.

Description : As stated, she was picked on for a variety of reasons, and naturally gifted, left school early, which ended up getting her disowned from her parents, a blow made more stunning when her father died in battle. She does as she pleases, but has a moral compass. She still hangs around the school with her few real friends, and actual lives in a hidden spot on the campus, using it as her home, so she is very adept at sneaking around to get what she needs, such as being able to use the school showers and a cafeteria without note.

Name: Blue Capelle.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16.
Height: 5 feet, 8 inches.
Weight: 140 lbs.
Appearance: Blue is somewhat lanky with a build that falls somewhere between lean and skinny. He has shaggy, wavy brown hair that always seems to fall into his face and cover his ears, and cobalt eyes that usually seem more gray. He has a pale complexion and doesn't tan very easily. His usual, casual attire is comprised of a dark blue cardigan, worn unbuttoned over a gray t-shirt bearing a red, monotone version of the school's logo, with black corduroy pants and black and white sneakers.
Description: Blue is your typical introvert, but perhaps he takes it a bit too far. He lacks the will or confidence to interact with others socially, so he usually wanders around campus between classes with his earbuds in or fiddling with one of the newest gadgets, never lifting his eyes to meet those of another. He's a bit of a dreamer, and spends most of his time in his own little world, entertaining fantasies of being a knight or standing up to who he views as evil. This, in turn, leaves him more dissatisfied with his "regular" life.

((penguin is in, craizen is in, darkwolf is in, but I have a problem with your character, night. He just seems... too familiar to Zaime and Garm. Having another character who's attitude isn't very friendly is not a problem, but even the words in his description is similar to the aforementioned two. Maybe you can alter him a bit, spice him up a little?))

((gonna need a bit more time to decide on everyone's mechs and play with the story a little and we should start tomorrow or after that. By the way, unlike what I said before, I might not use too many mechs from too many different series, most would be Banpresto Originals and Gundam and some miscellaneous ones. Still, maybe there'll be Super Robots that are an exception to this, and some guest characters...))

// Can't wait to see who gets what. Also, are you going to give each mecha a rundown, such as a picture and technical specifications, or are you going to leave that up to the roleplayer to find out (if they aren't familiar with said mecha)? //

Chapter 1 - Boosted Mechanoids


Peace is impossible to attain. Painful, but such is the truth. In the span of centuries passed, many things have been considered prices of which peace requires in order to exist. War is one of them. War and conflict have long existed, but humanity are its stepping stones into being immortalized in the minds and beliefs that make up the vivacious visionaries that live today. They hold true to themselves that bloody war becomes the only alternative available to them when understanding one another is thrown out the picture. Brash as they are, there is but a shred of truth to such belief. But the problem with war is that none of the participants can truly see the whole truth. Either sides only see one of the two sides of the coin; none the other, nor to see both. Like blind men, humanity is required to perceive up-close with the sense of touch in order for them to confront the underlying meaning of conflict, but they have not the capacity to do it by themselves...

"..and as such we'll be the hand that guides their lost finger... Towards discovering the true horrors of war... And into the silence that comes afterwards." spoke the pale-skinned man, the darkness hiding the upper portion of his face, moonlight the only thing giving shape to his crooked grin. A figure approached him from behind and stopped at a fair distance as he continued to watch the night sky and the moon from behind large, frame-less windowpanes, standing atop an altar of some sort and with his hands clasped behind him.
"..." she did not speak first, waiting patiently for the man to speak in his stark voice.
"So, your reports? Have you discovered anything about the Black Core?" asked the pale man.
"I'm afraid there is nothing with which to enlighten you enough, my liege." the figure spoke, her voice not unlike that of an adult woman but monotonous and without emotion. "We delved deeper into the archives the humans have given us, but we could not find any viable information regarding the object." she added, the features of her face blanketed by the darkness of the room. Only two bright eyes of an emerald tone looked on from behind of shadows.
"...I see. Well, there is no need to rush. We might as well take our time. We've yet to even reach the prelude... Hee..." the main said, and his grin grew. The moon was but the only witness to the conversation that took place between the master and his servant.


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The girl of silver hair looked out the window from the seat she was on. She was too shy to actually sit next to anyone, and she knew too well that none of the other students enjoyed her silent, seemingly brooding company. Thus the reason she preferred to sit at the very back of the third grade's convoy bus whenever the teachers organized field trips. The window that led to the world outside and the sun's warm rays were the only thing to keep her company on the journeys across the states that would take hours, at the pace the maglev convoy buses moved at. Passing through the dry landscape was the bits that bore her. Outside, there wasn't much to grab her attention - only deserts, deserts, and more deserts. The bus she was on was the last of three magnetically levitating transport buses that formed a convoy. Her bus transported the students who are within their third year at the academy, her included. She's overheard from the girls sitting in front that the other buses, one that hold the fifth year students (mostly seventeen year-olds) and the middle bus that held fourth years students were often festive and tumultuous with fun. Elena Schwann wondered what was going on aboard said buses, and whether they fared better than the quite dull air her bus was rank of.

The three white-colored buses from the Regalia Abernathy Academy moved along the interstate highway at a safe pace, the time four hours past noon. Barren deserts were the only scenery available, as the convoy is on its return journey back from the Minovsky Research Institute, headed for the Academy in Palisade City, United States.


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Blue sat in the back of the fourth year bus with his earbuds in and his latest gadget in his hands-- a simple video game set in a farm. The objective was simple: raise your farm, sell your goods. Once you did that, you could get married. Plenty of games used that same formula, and for a particularly long ride such as this, it was a good time waster. Blue was deeply engrossed in the game, almost to the point where you could propose to the girl you had been giving gifts to. It was just him and this tiny little world.

The bus itself was lively with chatter and the rest of the fourth years talking about the latest trends. Talk of a game was brought up, and one of the more charismatic fourth years looked at Blue. "I think Blue has that game, right?" He grinned and walked to the back of the bus, standing beside the seat Blue had to himself. Blue simply ignored him, but a loud cough broke the tension and Blue's gaze looked to meet the face, then the shoes, of the person who had approached him.

"Nice game you got there. That the newest farming sim?"
"Y-yeah..."
"Mind if we check it out for a bit? You've played it for a while, so it's no problem, right?"
"I..." Blue's eyes shifted to look at the screen in his hand. "I still want to play it."
"Really? What if I just," the boy's hand darted forward, grabbing the device from Blue's hand, "snatched it?"

Blue, with a glazed look of utter defeat in his eyes, cast his gaze anywhere but to his aggressor. "Fine... take it..."

The boy's smirk turned to a shameful scoff. "You're no fun, Blue. Pathetic, really." With that, he tossed the gadget down into Blue's lap with a force that caused it to be jarred and reset, erasing his progress from the last several hours. He returned back to the front of the bus, making a joke at Blue's expense and moving on to another topic.

Blue looked down at the device in his hands, wiped clean of his times spent in the fictional world. He switched the gadget off and put his earbuds back in, although they weren't hooked to anything-- now they just blocked out sound. He rested his head against the window of the bus and closed his eyes, hoping the ride wouldn't last much longer.

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Leila finished drying out the shower, and picked up her clean clothes, dressing quickly so she could get her teeth brushed before the early morning P.E class showed up. She was nearly caught last time...oh who was she kidding; she let herself get into that predicament. Luckily it was just the younger kids, and the younger grades P.E teacher wasn't the smartest, her mind less aware of tricks due to so many years with kids who don't pull them. She spat, and rinsed and dried her tooth brush, hiding all her things in the roof tile she had loosened.

"And another day begins. Let's go get breakfast!" she said cheerily and to no one in particular, she had taken to speaking to herself at times. She went to the commons, find Mr.Hans, a large older black german who had took great pity on her.

"How are you Missus Collins? What you like today?" he asked, his English((Japanese?)) getting better.

"Good morning Hans, and I'm doing just fine. And just some oatmeal with a little fruit, I need my energy today and no one will notice."

"Oh? Why you need your energy today?" He asked as he poured the steamed milk over the pre packaged oatmeal and dug out some fresh grapes as it cooked.

"I got a job to occupy my time while my friends are in class. An older lady hired me to help clean her home. It's not much money, but it's a lot better than nothing. Besides, I need new shoes.

He set the food in front of her, having to squat a little as she was sitting cross legged behind the counter.

"I say, why not live with da missus and me? It would be mighty safer n warmer at night. You know we wouldn't mind."

"You know I can't. My parents might have disowned me but that would mean I would have to go to a boarding school. I don't want to leave, and I don't want your wife and you in trouble. Thank You for the food Hans.

"My pleasure Missus Collins. Hurry up fore the early birds get here."

And she did, she couldn't bear if Hans got in trouble or worse, fired for her actions.

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Garm was sitting in the front of the first bus, headphones playing his favorite tunes and drowning out the sound of the rest of the students' conversations. He had a well-rehearsed look on his face that reflected in the window he was staring out, making anyone who tried to talk to him think he was lost in sad memories of some kind. He'd spent hours perfecting this look so he wouldn't have to bother talking to someone the whole ride back as well as the whole ride out. Looking back on things, he knew he would regret his somewhat under-the-radar anti-social attitude, but right now he couldn't be bothered to do anything involving another student. He eventually drifted off into a light sleep, waking up every time that the bus went over a big bump or slowed down due to traffic.
I hope we get back soon...I want to get back to business as usual. I couldn't sleep well at all this entire trip...and with these idiots constantly saying the wrong things, I've had to console an unprecedented number of broken hearts....why do the girls always come to me, anyways? I'm not a guidance counselor...

At the back of the first bus sat Night, around him was his little group who were chatting excitedly among themselves. The rest of the students on the bus had distanced themselves and entire row from them, not wanting to have to deal with the delinquents. Similiarly to those students Night was distancing himself from the rest of them, he sat at the farthest back seat listening to his music and looking out the window while wearing his usual grim look. He seemed to have little interest for anything around him and his group took heed and did not bother him.

So loud... how hard can it be for people to just calmly sit and whisper among themselves?

He looked up from the window at the other students, noticing out of the corner of his eyes that his group had taken notice of him, they all seemed so happy and carefree. It annoyed him slightly but he had learned that most people were like that. He couldn't wait to be back at the Academy and away from them.

((craiz, can you post for a short time-skip? I stated in the opening post that the current time is evening, while leila's post is in the morning))

A little bit off the outskirts of Palisade City, operators of the Phalanx Air Base stood watch of the city's outer perimeters and the area surrounding it, watchful eyes monitoring the radars at all times for intrusion by land or air space... sort of.

"Ugh, the sudden rise in isolated raids by these mercenary groups' had the higher-ups worried... Which means more work for us." said one of the female operators as she did quick and small stretches, her name is Sybil Durand, but known as Sybil by her colleagues.
"Still, you gotta be grateful enough the US isn't actively engaged in war. Ever since the South American countries and the European Consortium left the Earth Federation, things started going downhill. It's bad enough that the two started an all-out war... but for South America to have to break off the treaty with the US that was underway..." replied a male operator stationed beside her, also her friend, Hyde Sails.
"We're going off even farther from world peace. I really hope that those negotiations are true. Otherwise, world peace will continue to remain just a joke nowadays." said Sybil.
"Who do you think these mercenaries work for?" asked Hyde, feeling like starting a new topic for conversation.
"Can't say they work for anyone. Can't even say they really ARE mercenaries. For all we know they might be EC's special forces or South America's." replied Sybil.
"Wait, you're proposing that one of them is trying to pull North America into the war?" Hyde expressed surprise.
"Could be both. Probably due to the fact that the US is playing the neutral card. Stop asking me, I'm no diplomat!" quipped Sybil.
"You think they'll attack Palisade?" asked Hyde.
"What for? Besides, I'd like to see them try, what with the gear we have here. The Schneide units're the newest models rolled out from Mao Industries." Sybil punched up into the air.
"But, I heard that the mercenaries used Slaughter Dagger units... They're also currently the newest models from Morgenroete." remarked Hyde.
"Wha... really? Well, I'd like to see them face the Hagane, then!" said Sybil.
"The Space Noah Unit 2? Call sign - Steel 2? Hell yeah!" exclaimed Hyde.
"God, you sound like a nerd. Is that why you enlisted in the army?" asked Sybil.
"Of course not! I joined because--" Hyde was about to reply to Sybil, but his word was cut off by a person entering the room and standing just behind them, something that isn't immediately noticed by the pair because of their chit-chatting away.


"Chatting while stationed to your posts? I really hope you haven't been doing this kind of thing here often... The radars need monitoring at all times!" said the man.
"Ah! You're... you're..." Sybil was taken by surprise, and was unable to recall the man's name.
"Space Noah Hagane's Executive Officer Tetsuya! I mean Tetsuya Onodera, sir!" exclaimed Hyde, standing up messily and saluting to the Tetsuya, the man in front of him, something that Sybil did as well.
"At ease, officer. I'm not on anything formal. Just decided to take a look around the base." said Tetsuya.
"Is the maintenance and resupplying of the Space Noah Unit-2 already done, sir?" asked Hyde.
"Yes. And there is still some time before takeoff. So I decided to view the premises." said Tetsuya.
"Really...? You'd think there were many more ways to spend some free time--" remarked Sybil.
"You said something, officer?" asked Tetsuya, putting on a threatening gaze.
"Uhh, nothing, sir." said Sybil.
"Where will the Hagane be headed for after this?" Hyde asked again.
"We don't have specific routes to take yet, but from the recent attacks by militants, we'll probably be headed for the Esberg Straits..." said Tetsuya, his eyes moving past the pair and onto the screens behind them. "I think we should stop here... I feel uneasy relieving two officers from their crucial posts." he added.
"Understood, sir!" the two said simultaneously, getting back on their seats.

"So, anything to report? Any occurrences or abnormalities?" asked Tetsuya, wary that the short time these two had occupied themselves with might be enough for anything with stealth to come close to the city.
"Radar and visuals report nothing, sir!" said Hyde.
"I... Huh...?" Sybil was about to report the same thing, but spotted something strange on the energy readings as well as a shift on the electromagnetic sensors. "This is..."


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Meanwhile, back on the highway, clouds have begun to form high in the skies, completely covering the earth with their mild shadows.
"Is it about to rain...? Hmm... Maybe not. Those aren't enough to be rain clouds..." thought Elena, keeping to herself, as she went back to enjoying the occasional rays of light that would leak through from behind the fields of clouds above and create thin pillars of light in the middle of the desert, the silent air inside the bus a bonus in her opinion.

In the first bus, though, things weren't as tranquil. Much to the annoyance of the other fifth year students, a bunch of students in the middle were chattering away loudly, and they were getting out of hand with the noise they were making. The female teacher in the front was just about to stand up to say a thing or two regarding their behavior when the bus was shaken by a fist that slammed into the inner side of the bus. And with it, silence followed. All the students and the accompanying teachers looked at the young man that shook the entire bus. Even the driver took a moment or two to glance into his rear view mirror to look at the left row of seats which were fourth from the front. A teenager sporting white spiky hair stood up, turning around to face the group.

"How many times those girls would hafta tell you... Your faces look like crap, so scoot off, turds. You're disturbing my sleep." he said, directed at a group of three male students who were part of the noisy group. They had been pestering a trio of girls for a date each, much to their dismay. The moment they realized who Zaime was talking to they piped down and curled into their seats, not wanting to provoke him in any way. "That's more like it. Now for the rest of you... If you would be so kindly as to shut your stinking yaps , I'd like that a lot, thanks." he said casually.

"Zaime, as always..." thought the female teacher who was about to stand up. She was worried that a fight might break out even inside the bus, given Zaime's nature.


((also, craiz, you'd better have her somewhere outside the school...))

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Leila was walking back to the school about mid afternoon, her check paltry check freshly cashed, but she had her new shoes, her feet feeling much better. She had cut through an alley, to get home quicker when she noticed the bag. She peeked inside and was practically delighted to see it full of cash, probably drug money. A few quick glances around and she took three of the bundles, about five hundred each. It was enough to get her an apartment in a cheap district for at least six months. She kept moving, figuring if the money was there it wouldn't be long until its owners came for it. Walking a bit a more, she decided to lay on a roof top and watch the bus roots for everyone until late in the evening.

"I wish the would hurry..."

Garm himself had been taking off his headphones to say pretty much the same thing to the three idiots. He hadn't been aware of the noise level due to how loudly he was playing the music in his ears, so he missed his chance. However, Garm gratefully resumed his listening once everything quieted down.
At least someone shut them up. About time too. I didn't think those three would be so persistent. Ah well, it's over now...wait a minute...the clouds....what are they doing? I don't think I've ever seen clouds appearing so suddenly like this. Maybe we just drove under them now...no point getting worried about it. Oh well.

Night glanced up again this time pretty annoyed at the Zaime kid's outbreak but he didn't say anything to him, not in the mood to have to talk to the little idiot; instead he returned to looking out the window noticing the sudden change in weather. He had a bad feeling whether it was the sudden weather change or about the Zaime kid he couldn't tell.

"Hey, any you got food?"

He spoke to his little group who immediatly responded by bring up a few bottles they had, Night picked a Coke and sat back opening it and enjoying the newly arrived peace.

((lol night they're the same age; keep that in mind, don't mess up))

"Heh... Like a baby fed by stray dogs. You should teach you 'parents' to behave better, scrappy. They've barked around one time too many. Don't make me have to teach you and them how to sit." said Zaime to Night, pretty angry about the latter's glance and conduct. Better yet, he realized the kid was Night Cavalla. "Hehe... if I remembered correctly, you're one the guys I still haven't busted up yet. No surprise there, with all the other bitchy folks I need to take care of on a daily basis." added Zaime, grinning devilishly, one that caused most of the students who saw it to cringe back unknowingly. He's heard that the fellow delinquent's never lost a fight before, which pretty much got him worked up.
"Mr Locke, please return to your seat now!" shouted the female teacher from before, finding herself standing up just like she had intended to do before. Zaime turned ever so slightly to her, and glared at the the woman from the corner of his eyes.
"Stay out of this. You don't want to have to patch yourself up again another time." said Zaime to her, due to the fact that she was the Academy's Health Education teacher. The female teacher swallowed once, finding Zaime's gaze to be frightening.
"Faye, it would be best for you to just stay out of this one. It's not like they'd dare do anything while on the moving bus, anyway." whispered another female teacher to the woman. Faye looked at her once, like she acknowledges her friend's words, but decided against it. You don't know him, thought Faye.
"Mr Locke, if you wished for peace, then you've just attained it. Now go back to sleep and stop disturbing the other students." she said, hoping to avoid anything unwanted. She thought that Night's glancing at Zaime like that had been a stupid thing to do.
"Sleep? No, I'm all worked up now. Thinking about doing a few quick stretches... And I don't mind if it's in here that I have to do it..." Zaime grinned again, cracking his knuckles.


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"I'm detecting gravitational distortions at points 15 and 3 of quadrant 7! The electromagnetic disturbances are off the charts!" said Sybil, typing on the keyboard as fast as she can, trying to produce the most recent information.
"Where is the exact point?!" asked Tetsuya.
"It's... right in the middle of the Regalia Abernathy Academy! The boarding school!" replied Hyde.
"Do you have any visual on the area?!" asked Tetsuya.
"Yes, sir! Putting it up on the screen right away!" Hyde said, ending as he pressed a lone button on his keyboard and the smaller windows on the monitor disappeared, in their place a larger window came up, showing what is being captured by one of the city's surveillance cameras, this being the one mounted on the lamppost outside the Academy's gate.

Sybil gasped when she saw, just as Hyde and Tetsuya did, the swirling splash of red and black on the ground in the middle of the open volleyball court that was in between two of the boarding school's main blocks, housing numerous classes. Evening students and teachers alike ran out of their classrooms to look out the window at the strange phenomenon, only to be more awestruck the next moment, when out of the swirling darkness and from amidst all the red lightning and strong gusts of wind, a massive black humanoid object appeared, rising. When the entirety of the humanoid object has appeared, the vortex dissipated into thin air. Silence followed as the people try to contemplate the object in front of them, only for said silence to be broken when the humanoid object raised its disproportionated arms to its sides... and the fight-or-flight response kicked in. Sensing something amiss, everyone cleared out from the corridors in chaotic fashion and bolted for the exits - but it was too late.

A high-pitched whine rang through the area shortly, and in an instant, the two school blocks were blasted away by a circular shockwave. Concrete, steel and glass from the shattered constructs hurtled outwards, lifeless bodies amidst them. Everything in a certain radius around the humanoid object became leveled in one fluid motion. Including the humans. Alerted to the suddenly dire situation, students evacuated out the other school constructs at different distances away in a stampede.

"My... my god..." gasped Sybil, horrified at the event unfolding in front of her.
"What is that thing?!" cried Hyde, utterly shocked.
"From its shape... A boosted mechanoid?! Sound the alarm! Notify all personnel, asap!" remarked Tetsuya. He grabbed hold of a microphone on a different interface and switched it on. "Attention, Hagane crew! Report to the bridge immediately!" Tetsuya barked into the PA system's microphone.
"Emergency! All personnel return to your stations immediately! I repeat, all personnel return to stations immediately!" Sybil spoke into her own mouthpiece.
"Sir, multiple heat signatures moving at high speeds, they're about to cross into the city's outer perimeter!" notified Hyde.
"What?! Confirmation on their IDs?" asked Tetsuya.
"None, sir!" replied Hyde.
"In that case, notify BM squadrons to prepare for battle!" said Tetsuya as he ran off, headed to join the Hagane and its crew, docked outside.
"Roger! Hangar crew, pilots, report! Prepare for deployment!" spoke Sybil into the communicator.
"Heat signatures approaching!" notified Hyde.

Sirens throughout the city blared as the civilians head towards the designated emergency shelters.

((*BMs = Boosted Mechanoids))

A hand grabbed Zaime's shoulder. It was Garm.
"I think that's more than enough, Zaime. Threatening a delinquent is one thing, but a teacher? And a lady at that? I can't just let you get away with that and then start a brawl on a bus. Haven't you got any common sense? At least wait until you're off the bus."
He doesn't want the fighting to drag in ordinary students pointlessly. It makes him angry that Zaime was being so stubborn as to threaten a staff member. He himself had to hold back to keep himself from punching Zaime's face in.

"So, what are you going to do about it, Whitey? You're another I haven't been able to kick in the face just yet. Which makes this a chance that's too valuable for my common sense to pass it up. But, I'm not the only one that thinks that way, huh? You shouldn't be talking crap down on others when you're just as same as they are... So, why hold back, hypocrite? Let it fly." he said, turning around to face Garm, smiling as if he's daring Garm to let loose that punch the "White Knight" was holding back. He wanted to kick their asses, sure, but at that time he really only wanted to make fun of Night and his gang and exhibit how idiotic they are. But now he's thought of exposing Garm as a hypocrite as well, and a full-out bus brawl would be a nice bonus added to the bowl.

"If you think that I'm dumb enough to start a fight I got up to prevent you're pretty stupid. I may be angry, but at least I know when to wait and fight the battles later. Where innocents don't get dragged in. But, hey, you don't care about getting others involved in these things. You'll hit anything as long as it can feel pain, right?"
He was moving towards making a point to diffuse the situation without having to resort to violence. Garm wasn't sure it would work, but the general idea seemed like a good one. His mind drifted away from the strange weather for the moment.