In the grass fields south of Nortune the nine gears making up Tiamat Gear Squadron are gathered around the empty husks of two Gebler gears. Some of the pilots have disembarked from their gears for first hand examination, while others have remained within theirs to take potshots at the gear and generally increasing the damage already done to the enemy gears. Their main reason for being here is that they are awaiting their captain, Harmony Tiamat.
It doesn’t take long for Harmony’s gear, the Rapture to catch up with the others around the pair of gears. As her gear lands in the soft grass, the slight damage inflicted on her gear shows through the means of a large black spot in the otherwise pink paint as well as a shallow cut in the right side. Disembarking from her gear Harmony steps carefully through the piles of wreaked parts, while lighting a fresh cigarette. Stepping up to the young blond woman who was closest to her, Harmony said, “Kathy, I’ll put you in kharge of klean up, if that’s all right with you?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’d be more then happy to lead the clean up ma’am.” The eager young gear pilot quickly replied as she looked over the field of broken metal through her flight mask.
“Good, good.” Harmony said as she took a puff of her cigarette. “Take the gears back to the docking bay in Nortune.” As Harmony started to walk away she turned to the woman and added on, “Oh, and make sure to empty the tanks, klean up any left over ammo, and strip off anything that will kome off.” With that said Harmony boarded the Rapture and headed back to Nortune for repairs to her own gear.
***
By the end of the day several groups of Kislev Soldiers were making their way through the city, putting up posters and talking to the locals about intruders in the city, as well as sweeping the city for outsiders and other people who match the picture on the wanted poster. By nightfall more then half the city was on the look out for an odd Gebler man with poor hygiene and his partner.

By Casske on Saturday, March 02, 2002 - 08:54 am:

>>

>>>focal lenses inoperable

>>>ether conductors in head unit inoperable

>>>main/auxillary jets clogged -SERVICE SOON-

>>>melee weapon damaged

>>>fuel level medium

-----accessing galia event recording "black box"-----

::neural uplink established (I.D. cklassa)::

>...lens can only handle... full power will not... I need to power down, si...

>>...gold...die...death before dishonor...

>...go-go-go-go-go-going to cr...

::power systems cut::

Casske stared at his operable, but by no means perfect gear. He sighs slightly, directing attention to the task at hand. Gotta get some mad inherited passport skillz on, yo.

By Joseph on Saturday, March 02, 2002 - 08:39 am:

Joseph crawled out of the smoking wreck that was his gear. "Gragh..." He looked back at it, his beloved Loki. "Dammit! It was brand freaking new!"
Casske extracated himself from the similarrly damage Galia. "Sir, if you had actually run diagnostics-"
"Shut up."
"-you would have found that the flight system was faouty-"
"Shut up."
"-before you were, you know, a few miles up and in a fight."
"Shut up!" Joseph swept his eyes accross the area. "Nortune, eh?" The city spread out in front of him like a cancer. "The lambs will never make a city worth living in. At least it'll provide a few good hiding places." With a smirk, he popped open the storage section and pulled out a pair of suitcases. "Luckilly I'm prepared for any situation. Grab the beer, Casske."
"Beer, sir? All I see is another two suitcases full of guns and bombs and... what the hell?" The young soldier pulled a flanged piece of metal out. "What IS this?"
"Never you mind."
"Sir, when we're in there, let me do the talking. I'm still a valid citizen."
"Good thinking, Lieutennant. I'll let you take point for a while." Joseph swept his eyes accross the city again. How could anyone, even a lamb live in such a city? Amoung their own filth, so close to the ground? And with that stupid reversed gravity?
Guess he was going to find out.

OOC It's good to be back, people! You haven't escaped yet!