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7/4/2025, 3:23:21 AM
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And... The surprise was well-merited even after a few hours of practice have elicited.
"Shit!" A flying craft speeds past you, clearly out of control as one of its side-thrusters boosts it into tipping over into a barrel roll "Why the hell is this Natural death-trap so damn twitchy?!"
As Ayon struggled with the simulation provided, you'll give him some rest.
Because even if the Moebius was just a simplified successor, the Moebius Zero does feel very sensitive control's wise.
Not to mention keeping track of its control board that displays the status and operating capacity of its four separate linebarrel cannons.
Firing them in coordination is far harder than it would seem, and then some.
"Man, how can one be a knight with such weaponry like this?" Marth complained as you peered at your reverse camera. His craft toying with releasing and directing the tethered barrels "I feel like an octopus in this thing... Not very romantic." as he lets out a rather childish hum as his tantrum while on the cockpit.
You do have to wonder how effective these Spatial-Awareness corps really were.
After all, the Moebius Zero doesn't have any of the optional armaments like the Vulcans or the missile attachments. It needed the space for the reeling and batteries required for its four line-barrels.
Which, at least, on technical spectation, are just mobile vulcans that can't properly pierce a GINN's main armour
"Lieutenant, anything to say about-?" You try to ask the woman who-...
Took rather swimmingly and competently to the craft, deploying her linebarrels and boosting at the same time without whipping the cords.
You suppose given she's the most senior of your group, the fact she'd have the most experience to-.
"On your right." As she calmly commented, you took to your control, an odd feeling running by the back of your neck as Ayon's craft violently whipped...
Nearly avoiding the collision course as he cussed out, trying to regain control as you let out a bit of a laboured breath.
"You intuited the linebarrel's propulsion adding to your own's. Good job" You are slightly confused on what she meant only for you to realize that... You did dettach them to push your machine out of the way.
Seemingly by instinct, altogether. You still are a bit skittish on getting complimented by a superior one way or another.
But now... You notice the Sim's interface reporting a change of parameters, as all of you are instructed to move to a particular quadrant
>Roll a d100
And... The surprise was well-merited even after a few hours of practice have elicited.
"Shit!" A flying craft speeds past you, clearly out of control as one of its side-thrusters boosts it into tipping over into a barrel roll "Why the hell is this Natural death-trap so damn twitchy?!"
As Ayon struggled with the simulation provided, you'll give him some rest.
Because even if the Moebius was just a simplified successor, the Moebius Zero does feel very sensitive control's wise.
Not to mention keeping track of its control board that displays the status and operating capacity of its four separate linebarrel cannons.
Firing them in coordination is far harder than it would seem, and then some.
"Man, how can one be a knight with such weaponry like this?" Marth complained as you peered at your reverse camera. His craft toying with releasing and directing the tethered barrels "I feel like an octopus in this thing... Not very romantic." as he lets out a rather childish hum as his tantrum while on the cockpit.
You do have to wonder how effective these Spatial-Awareness corps really were.
After all, the Moebius Zero doesn't have any of the optional armaments like the Vulcans or the missile attachments. It needed the space for the reeling and batteries required for its four line-barrels.
Which, at least, on technical spectation, are just mobile vulcans that can't properly pierce a GINN's main armour
"Lieutenant, anything to say about-?" You try to ask the woman who-...
Took rather swimmingly and competently to the craft, deploying her linebarrels and boosting at the same time without whipping the cords.
You suppose given she's the most senior of your group, the fact she'd have the most experience to-.
"On your right." As she calmly commented, you took to your control, an odd feeling running by the back of your neck as Ayon's craft violently whipped...
Nearly avoiding the collision course as he cussed out, trying to regain control as you let out a bit of a laboured breath.
"You intuited the linebarrel's propulsion adding to your own's. Good job" You are slightly confused on what she meant only for you to realize that... You did dettach them to push your machine out of the way.
Seemingly by instinct, altogether. You still are a bit skittish on getting complimented by a superior one way or another.
But now... You notice the Sim's interface reporting a change of parameters, as all of you are instructed to move to a particular quadrant
>Roll a d100
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