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6/20/2025, 5:08:13 AM
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>Danny: Your the so called "Gundam" killer? Some freaking kid?
>Beecha: I don't blame you for ignoring all that filth they have been passing through the news networks, but that "Gundam Team" up in space? There is a reason they aren't down here taking me on. Know why the Argama is gone? Me, baby.
>Dale: Hehe~. This kids a real riot. So what is your plan here, mister big shot?
>Beecha: Obviously Lord Dozle has the situation under control up in space, and yet those morons who were supposed to keep control down here screwed up right as we had the advantage! Feddies are killing each other for scraps, while we still have a perfectly ready fleet ready to go! I say...we live like kings and take the Earth for ourselves. As a special operative of Dozle, he'd be more than happy to indulge my-
Releasing a mocking cough, a sharply dressed woman steps next to Beecha's side to reassure the famed 3-D unit.
>Monique: The Federation has all but ceased to exist. This..."Special Operative" of his Excellency may be overly enthusiastic, but now is the time to take advantage of the situation.
As the 3-D squadron leaves to sortie for a planned invasion into Europe, Monique forces Beecha to his feet as she tugs on his uniform.
>Monique: Either act like you know what your doing or i'll personally toss you out into that field of ashes to fend for yourself.
>Beccha: I-i'm working on it!
>Monqiue: The men need something to believe in right. Don't you dare disappoint us...Captain.
Squeezing Beecha's crotch, Monique pushes the young man back to his Captains seat Meanwhile, Fa tends to the numerous wounded who had been found across Irelands scorched surface, posing herself as a freelance Nurse while keeping Beecha's secret in return for him not revealing her true identity.
>Danny: Your the so called "Gundam" killer? Some freaking kid?
>Beecha: I don't blame you for ignoring all that filth they have been passing through the news networks, but that "Gundam Team" up in space? There is a reason they aren't down here taking me on. Know why the Argama is gone? Me, baby.
>Dale: Hehe~. This kids a real riot. So what is your plan here, mister big shot?
>Beecha: Obviously Lord Dozle has the situation under control up in space, and yet those morons who were supposed to keep control down here screwed up right as we had the advantage! Feddies are killing each other for scraps, while we still have a perfectly ready fleet ready to go! I say...we live like kings and take the Earth for ourselves. As a special operative of Dozle, he'd be more than happy to indulge my-
Releasing a mocking cough, a sharply dressed woman steps next to Beecha's side to reassure the famed 3-D unit.
>Monique: The Federation has all but ceased to exist. This..."Special Operative" of his Excellency may be overly enthusiastic, but now is the time to take advantage of the situation.
As the 3-D squadron leaves to sortie for a planned invasion into Europe, Monique forces Beecha to his feet as she tugs on his uniform.
>Monique: Either act like you know what your doing or i'll personally toss you out into that field of ashes to fend for yourself.
>Beccha: I-i'm working on it!
>Monqiue: The men need something to believe in right. Don't you dare disappoint us...Captain.
Squeezing Beecha's crotch, Monique pushes the young man back to his Captains seat Meanwhile, Fa tends to the numerous wounded who had been found across Irelands scorched surface, posing herself as a freelance Nurse while keeping Beecha's secret in return for him not revealing her true identity.
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