"I am selling this Gundam!"

You couldn't believe it. The odds of something like this happening were -astronomical-. Before long, the town square is in a frenzy, with people bidding like crazy.

You could join in on the bidding war, and get the Gundam X yourself, but yo'd likely be subsisting on cheap ramen and ration bars for a while if you did so.

On the other hand, you could sit back and see how this will all play out; there's something about this kid than the fact he's stupid, or rather, smart enough to sell a Gundam...

>Might as well get that Gundam for yourself
>Sit back and watch
>Write in

>>27230549
>>Might as well get that Gundam for yourself

We have the ability to pilot it- we did search for a g-controller after all. And even if not- we can then sell our Daughtress.

Regardless- I want to offer this kid a job.

>>27230549
>Might as well get that Gundam for yourself

It won't hurt to try...

>>27230549
>Sit back and watch
I want to see what this kid has planned.

>Writing...

Looks like you'll have to suck it up and deal with the fact you'll have to eat light for the next few months; you've got a Gundam to buy!

Bids are low; in the sixty million range, but that kid has a way with words; he already managed to goad the crowd into bidding ihigher. It didn't look like there were going to be any higher bids, so it was now or never...

"How about 100 million?"

You blink and look at the man that had just bid one hundred million dollars, cursing under your breath. You had just as much as that guy, and no one else was bidding...

"Aha, that's a hell of an offer, old man! Anyone else? Going once... going twice...!"

You raise your hand. God, you hoped this would work.

"I"ll match that bid, and throw in a Daughtress as interest. How about that?"

The old bastard with the knit cap looks like he's about ready to cry, and the kid's got the biggest shit-eating grin you've seen on someone since... well, yourself, really.

"Sold to the young man over there! Come on up, sir!"

You grin, and walk onto the stage as the crowd, sans the old guy, cheers you on.

You look at the Gundam, then to the kid who's... still smiling for some reason. Huh. Shrugging, you hold out your hand, and he grips it, shaking your hand.

"That's that, eh? Thanks for the Gundam, kid."

You break the handshake and begin walking towards your prize, eager to take this bad boy for a spin.

"HOLD it!"

You smile. -There- it is...

"That Gundam needs a little something extra to move, you know."

So that was his game... You raise an eyebrow as the kid pulls a G-Controller from his jacket.

"Now how much will you pay for this?"

Oh, if only he knew what you had in your jacket, he wouldn't be smiling...

"Oh, for one of those things?" You give him a grin as you pull out your own G Controller. "No thanks, I got my own."

Now, while you enjoyed pranking a prankster or two, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt as the kid wilts under the crowd's laughter.

(cont'd.)

>Try to brighten the kid's mood. You were an asshole, but you don't like to see a kid cry.
>Forget the kid, you have a Gundam now! Eyes on the prize, man!
>Write in

>>27231162
>Forget the kid, you have a Gundam now! Eyes on the prize, man!

Why were we an asshole? He tried to get us to fork over an assload of money on top of what we just paid.

>>27231162
>Try to brighten the kid's mood. You were an asshole, but you don't like to see a kid cry.

"That's honestly some shrewd thinking, kid. If I didn't have one of these I might have been in quite the bind. What's your name?"

>>27231162
Whisper to the Kid's ear.

"be glad it's just laughter kid since that was mine to begin with."

>>27231162
>Try to brighten the kid's mood. You were an asshole, but you don't like to see a kid cry.

"Cheer up kid! I''ll throw in the snowboard I was working on for difficult terrain for free."

>>27231162
>Try to brighten the kid's mood. You were an asshole, but you don't like to see a kid cry.
He was running quite the ploy. Smart in a way. To bad we were the ones who wanted it this day

>>27231234
How about no? Little shit stole our Gundam, THEN tried to make us pay extra for the controller afterwards.

>>27231234
No way. We're keeping the head and sledge.
We're a junk trader, and we never said what Shape the Daughtress was in either.

Never bet against a junk man, you'll always lose lady buck.

>>27231306
>the head being the Command head. He can keep the old one.

And the Axe. Is. Ours.

>>27231306
To be fair, the Daughtress is in pretty good condition after the repairs you made on it, not to mention that you were killing time while your mechanic friend Crazy Sven slapped a Daughtress Command head onto your machine.

>Also, writing.

>You know how I knew I needed the controller? My Gundam went missing just before I could get my hands on it.

>>27231374
Did he?

Quick! Call crazy Sven! Tell him to swap it back out to the old one!

This little punk doesnt get a Mint command head.

"Hey hey, that's enough you bums! Show's over, alright?"

You make a shooing motion at the crowd, who disperses fairly quickly. There's a few stragglers, but you pay no attention to them.

You look at the kid, who refuses to meet your gaze.

"Hey."

No response.

"That was a pretty gutsy move you pulled back there, you know. Real shrewd thinking; couldn't have done better myself."

You pause, then break out into a grin.

"Okay, maybe I could, but I digress. You did real good out there, you know. If I didn't have this," you say, holding up your G-Controller. "I'd have been in a real bind. What's your name?"

Finally, the kid looks at you, though he's not exactly smiling. It's a start, at least.

"Garrod. Garrod Ran."

You smile.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Garrod. What do you say we take a look at your new Mobile Suit? Granted, it's a bit of a trade-down in comparison to the GX, but it's a good, solid machine. I should know; I built it myself."

He raises an eyebrow at your declaration, then smiles.

"Seriously? You -built- a Daughtress? This I gotta see."

You smile, and get into the Gundam. You pull out the G Controller, and lock it into place, watching as it lights up, and the Mobile Suit rumbles to life. You look down at Garrod, who seems somewhat surprised. He probably never imagined he'd ever be staring up at what was once his Gundam.

"Want a lift, kid?" you say through the Gundam's radio as you bend down and extend the GX's manipulator. He gets on with no complaints, and you make your way back to a -VERY- surprised Sven.

"Hey, Sven!" you say through the radio. "Take a look at what I bought!"

Sven stares at the Gundam slack-jawed, much to yours and Garrod's amusement, before he regains his composure, and begins laughing.

"Gah ha hah! You are man of many surprises Dahveed. You come to my shop with dinky Daughtress, and return with mighty Goondam! Such a crazy man you are."

(cont'd.)

You chuckle a bit at that. You'd have to be to have spent as much as you did on this thing.

Sven looks from the Gundam, to Garrod, who is sitting in its manipulator, idly swinging his legs to and fro.

"Oh? Who is this leetle string bean boy? you buy him too, Dahveed?"

"No, this kid here is Garrod. I sold the Daughtress to him. I figured that you'd be done by now, so I thought I'd kill two bird with one stone and finalize things with the both of you.

Sven blinks a few times, then starts laughing again.

"Gah ha ha ha HAH! Ever the businessman, eh Dahveed? Come around back, the mobile suit's modifications are done."

You set the manipulator that Garrod is riding onto the ground, and watch as he strolls around to the back. You wait until neither Sven or Garrod are in your path, and you walk the Gundam into the back lot as well. Exiting the GX, you make your way to solid ground and approach the two of them.

Garrod looks from you to the modified Daughtress, with its new head and axe in hand, while the Sledge is being held with its other one. You were gonna miss that thing,but business is business.

"So... the whole thing is mine?" he asks, wide-eyed.

You grin; time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"The WHOLE thing? Oh no NO, of course not. The axe and Sledge are extra. You'll have to pay for those if you want them."

Garrod sputters a bit, but quickly regains his composure.

"Wha-buh... H-how much will I have to pay?"

Your grin widens. Oh, you couldn't WAIT to see his face...

"Well, considering the time and effort spent, along with the cost of materials, and the general price range of custom weaponry... I'd say the estimate comes to... seventy-five million."

Garrod looks like he's ready to cry, while Sven is busy laughing his ass off.

"But that's almost all the money I just MADE! That's outrageous!"

"So's trying to swindle a swindler, kid." you say, frowning. "Like I said, what you did back there was gutsy, but it was also stupid as hell."

(cont'd.)

He averts his gaze, like a child who's-- well, technically, he IS a child who's being scolded.

"Look," you say, placing a hand on his shoulder. If he didn't like you doing that, you couldn't tell. The kid's face is unreadable. "You may be a stupid, swindling kid, but as crazy as it sounds, I like that about you."

"W-what?"

Garrod looks at you, confusion evident on his face.

"I'm going to offer you a choice. You can either pay me the seventy-five mil, you walk away and you never see me or the GX again, OR..." you say, holding a finger up. "You can have the whole thing, axe and board, if and ONLY IF you come work for me at my parts store."

Garrod is silent, clearly thinking over your offer.

"Like any frugal businessman, my main source of income comes from salvaging military bases and battlefield for anything a Vulture might find of use. Of course, there are some situations where I neither have the equipment or manpower needed for some of the more... lucrative finds. That's where you come in. So, Garrod... how about it?"

>Roll me 1d20+3. DC is 15.

Wait, it's been a long time since I saw Gundam X.
Once a GX-0099 unit is registered with the lunar base that has the Microwave Beam transmitter, it doesn't need Tifa, right?
And this unit was registered with the system in its last battle when Garrod used the Satellite Canon?

Rolled 8 + 3

>>27232251
Yes

Rolled 9 + 3

>>27232251
Come on, Garrod, take the deal. Fuck the canon.

Rolled 13 + 3

>>27232251

must take apprentice..

>>27232251
NO. NOO. NOO. NOO. NOO. NOOOOOOOO.

So way is that little kid, Getting Dozle, "Field inspections" Zabi's HEAT HAWK.

>>27232277
No, it needs a Newtype to access it EVERY. TIME. The DX is another story, however.

Rolled 7 + 3

>>27232251
Let's do this.

Rolled 19 + 3

>>27232251

>>27232297
>The DX is another story, however.
Ah! I must have been thinking of the DX, then.

Rolled 9 + 3

>>27232277
No. You're thinking of the Double X. The X still needs a Newtype pilot. Luckily, that seems to be what we are. Still, I'd rather not use the Satellite Cannon at all. Most of the time that thing is just dead weight. It would be better if we went straight to the Divider.

>>27232293
Yeah, I'm getting kinda pissed at this, we're getting awfully chummy with someone who stole our Gundam, and then tried to swindle us by not offering the fucking controller.

>>27232379
We left the Gundam there after finding it, someone else grabbed it. We didn't own it- it wasn't in our shop or in our hands. They got to it first- fair and square.

>>27232379
We like his moxy. Kid's got guts, we have to respect that. And having him as a subordinate would be a great way to get revenge for the aggravation he gave us without being too petty.

>>27232379
Oh believe me, as chummy as we're being, we're gonna make Garrod work his ass off. We've been doing 100% of the grunt work at our shop, and have been doing things solo since, well... EVER. He's gonna get a whole list of new responsibilities now that he's our lackey.

>Also, writing...

>>27232411
Which was kind of stupid of us. Couldn't we get our hands on an MS transport truck? Just because we can't start it up without a G-Controller doesn't mean we can't move the thing. Also doesn't mean that someone else couldn't have, and ruined our work that way. Just kind of silly of us, really.

>>27232411
Still, that kinda shit with the 'You need to buy the remote, too!' thing is douchebaggery of the highest sort.

>>27232437
That's fine, I thought everything was going to be sunshine and roses buddy-buddy shit.

>>27232411
We found the Axe, and we modified the board.

Why cant we just Smush the kid and keep it all. Consume his plot armor, and take it for ourselves

>>27232456
Very true.
>>27232460
That's the sort of stunt we would have pulled, though.Still he's now employee, which means every nasty job we had to do is now his. Also- two mobile suits can move more than one. More profit can happen.

Which brings me to this point- we should make sure only to destroy cockpits when fighting if possible- keeps the most salvage intact.

>>27232536
Because we're not psychopaths? Besides, it's not like we need the axe or board anymore, cool as they are. We've got beam swords now, and the Gundam can fly. Totally a fair trade.

>>27232536
I miss Vagrant Quest too.

But hell, this isn't the place for avarice and murderhoboing. Read the atmosphere.

>>27232564
>we should make sure only to destroy cockpits when fighting if possible
"Kill the meat, save the metal."

>>27232564
>That's the sort of stunt we would have pulled, though.

That might be true, but at the same time, you wouldn't expect the guy you just pulled it on to be all chummy with you.

>>27232621
Honour among thieves, otherwise they go paranoid and kill themselves with a heart attack.

>>27232564
I like how you think. We will be reverse-Kira. Likewise, when we try to convince people to surrender, we should argue from practicality rather than idealism: "Hey! Stop that! Your actions are counterproductive for what you hope to accomplish. Stop fighting and agree to negotiate peacefully, or I will shoot you dead."

>>27232655
I like you

>>27232655
>reverse-Kira.

So we won't magically survive explosions?

>Result: 19 + 3 = 22, DC: 15
>Success!

"... Alright, you got a deal... Boss." said Garrod, holding out his hand.

Boss... you like the sound of that. You grasp his hand and give it a firm shake, sealing the deal. After you transfer the money to Garrod, you look at the sky, which is a deep orange thanks to the setting sun.

"We should probably find a place to park the suits..." you say, gesturing to the Gundam and Daughtress. "After all, I don't think Sven is going to let our Mobile Suits take up any more space unless we're selling them."

"Can do, Boss. There's a lot not too far from here; I parked the GX there earlier." he says, smiling.

"Good job, kid." you say, smiling. "First job I want you to do as my new sla-- Er, -employee-, is to pay for the parking. For BOTH suits."

Garrod looks at you incredulously, only to sigh and slump his shoulders in defeat as he gets into the Daughtress and heads to the parking lot, with you following close behind in the GX.

After taking a picture with the lot owner, the two of you head back into town for dinner, and (of course) it's Garrod's treat.

"So..." you say, sipping your milkshake, watching as Garrod hungrily scarfs down his cheeseburger. Tell me about yourself, Garrod. An employer needs to familiarize himself with their employee's background, after all."

He swallows his bite of burger, and looks at you for a bit before he speaks.

"Well, there's not much to say. I was born a little after the war ended. My mom, and all my friends all were lost to the Colony Disease when I was little. I grew up making a living doing odd jobs. I worked with Vultures for a little bit, but things... didn't pan out, so here I am."

You get the feeling there's more to the story than what he's letting on, if his expression is anything to go by, but if you ask the wrong questions, he'll probably take it the wrong way.

>"What kind of jobs did you do?"
>"What was it like working with Vultures?"
>"Do you miss them?" (Roll 1d20+3, DC 15)
>Write in

>>27232874
>"What was it like working with Vultures?"

>>27232874
>"What kind of jobs did you do?"

Show some curiosity, but not too much. And it'll give him a chance to brag about he can take down mobile suits on foot, so he'll probably talk.

>>27232874
>"What was it like working with Vultures?"
>"Funny story, I found the GX in a warehouse and got the G-Controller specifically to move it. When I came back, it was gone. How in the blue blazes did you get the GX?"

>>27232874
>"What was it like working with Vultures?"

Rolled 19 + 3

>>27232874
>"Do you miss them?" (Roll 1d20+3, DC 15)

>>27232874
>"What kind of jobs did you do?"
Gives him a chance to brag, because let's face it, Garrod's a little big-headed early on. He'll probably take any chance he'll get to brag. That, and if he starts talking about his accomplishments, he might let slip a little something about how he acquired -OUR- Gundam... Not that it matters NOW, anyway; at the end of the day, the GX is ours.

>>27232874
>"What kind of jobs did you do?"
It'd be good to know what kind of skills our new employee has.

>>27232874

>"What kind of jobs did you do?"

Glad I refreshed right at 10:30, otherwise I might've had to roll a 1d2 to break the tie.

>Writing!

Rolled 17 + 3

>>27232874
>What kind of jobs
What was it like working with the Vultures?
>Do you miss them?

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"So... what kind of jobs did you do?" you ask, curious as to what sort of skills your new employee has. Maybe he can do more than just talk the talk...

"Well, anything, really. finding lost property, missing persons, courier work, salvage... as long as the pay's good, I'm all over it, you know?"

You nod in understanding. Before you started your shop, you were in a similar situation yourself.

"Any memorable jobs?"

Garrod blinks, then goes quiet. A job gone bad, perhaps?

"Well, there was this one job... it involved this girl..."

So, you sit back, listening as Garrod tells you about this girl, Tiffa Adill. You recognize the name, considering Shagia and Olba had tried to ask you to help them recover her. You hid your expression well, apparently, as Garrod continued talking. He tells you about how he met her, and found the Gundam. Your suspicions about him being the one who got to the Gundam before you were correct were confirmed. You were slightly upset that this punk got to the GX before you did, but in the end, it's in your possession so it didn't really matter at this point.

He continues, telling you of how Tiffa had managed to activate the Gundam's Satellite Cannon, and how she fell unconscious after firing it. (So HE was behind that blast... the kid sure knew how to get into trouble, that was for sure.) He continues on about how he met, and was unofficially inducted into the crew of the Freeden, and how he tried, and failed, to help contribute, and how the crew, specifically "this one brunette with a stick up her ass" kept getting on his case. He tells you about how his latest attempt at trying to help the crew nearly cost the life of the Freeden's captain, and how he came to the decision to leave the crew and sell the Gundam.

He says he's glad he left, but his expression clearly says otherwise.

Your response?

>"Do you miss them?"
>"Sounds like you made the right choice."
>"Don't you miss her? Tiffa, I mean." (Roll 1d20+3. DC is this roll.)
>Write in

Rolled 14 + 3

>>27233477
>"Don't you miss her? Tiffa, I mean." (

Rolled 15 + 3

>>27233477
>"Don't you miss her? Tiffa, I mean."

This is going to be an easy as hell roll.

And just by saying that, I probably jinxed us. Sorry in advance.

>>27233477
>Write in
"This Tifa; did she seem happy to be with that Vulture crew? Or did she seem to be there against her will?"

>>27233477
>"Do you miss them?"

>writing

>Result: 15 + 3 = 18, DC: 4
>Success!

"Do you miss her? Tiffa, I mean."

Garrod looks at you, and turns his head away, his cheeks were burning red out of embarrassment.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't..." he says, finally.

You consider teasing your lackey about his crush, but you think better of it.

"Do you think I did the right thing?" he asks, his eyes pleading with you for an answer. For once, you think you might actually be seeing the real Garrod Ran. Insecure. Lonely. Looking for acceptance. For guidance.

... What should you say?

>"That's something you should be asking yourself, kid."
>"It was a tough choice, but I'm sure you made the right call."
>Write in

>>27233897
>>"That's something you should be asking yourself, kid."

>>27233897
>"That's something you should be asking yourself, kid."

>>27233897
>"That's something you should be asking yourself, kid."
"Personal decisions like that, they're not something you can just write down in a ledger, and say "Yes, this balances" or "No, someone swindled me". I can't tell you if it was the right thing because I don't know all the circumstances, of everyone on the Freeden, yourself, or that girl Tiffa.
"You're the only one that knows yourself well enough to know if you'll regret leaving her behind."

>>27233987
this

>Writing...

"Depends on whether she stuck with the Vultures of her own free will."

>>27233897
"Don't beat yourself up about it, Garrod. You're too young to be agonizing over every potential mistake. If you're really that torn up, well, I travel pretty far for the sake of salvaging. There's pretty good odds you'll run into them again. At the very least I'm sure you'll be able to get a message sent to them. There's no reason to think you've ended your relationship with these people on a bad note."

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"That's something you should be asking yourself, kid." you say, folding your arms. "Personal decisions like that, they're not something you can just write down in a ledger, and say 'Yes, this balances, or 'No, someone swindled me'. I can't tell you if it was the right thing because I don't know all the circumstances, of everyone on the Freeden, yourself, or that girl Tiffa."

You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile.

"You're the only one that knows yourself well enough to know if you'll regret leaving her behind."

Garrod goes quiet after you've had your say. You hope that what you said managed to reach the kid; he seems bright enough, anyway.

"You're right, Boss." he says, finally.

"I messed things up, sure... and I know I caused a lot of trouble for them, but I can't just leave things as they are!"

He looks to you, as if unsure what to say, or if he's gauging your reaction.

"I need to see them again, Boss. I have to at least apologize for the trouble I caused, and for running away like I did. I promise, I'll come back as soon as I've taken care of things with the others."

You smile. The kid's got a good head on his shoulders, and he's acting surprisingly grown up about all of this.

What will you do?
>Let him go; you're sure he'll do fine on his own. He's come this far, after all.
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.
>Write in

>>27234307
>>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.

ADVENTURE TIME

>>27234307
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.
Might as well meet the Freeden's crew. Let's form our own opinion of them, rather than base it off of what Garrod's told us.

>>27234307
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.
This Freeden crew might be a good opportunity for future business. Or scout out as potential business rivals.
Also, always a pleasure meeting a Newtype.

>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.

I mean, jesus. Judging by what happened last time, he could get himself killed. Especially with people looking for that girl.

Wonder how Jamil would react to coming across us?

>>27234307
>Go with him

"These Freeden guys blow up a lot of stuff? Could be a money maker for us" >D

>>27234307
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.

whose taking what?

imo, the kid have the gundam. I want the board...

>>27234307
>Write in

"Hey, before you go back, you might want to know something about these two gentlemen..."

"They said they were looking for a Tifa..."

>>27234381
Maybe we should store our robits and just take the Sand buggy.
Vulture's tend to get trigger happy around anything higher then a molehill anyway.

>>27234389
This. It may give some insight.

>>27234381
We offered the Daughtress+board+axe in exchange for the Gundam and him working for us. So we get the Gundam.

>>27234307
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.

Onward to plot relevance! Also, we kind of swapped him for a worse suit, he needs backup in case he runs into any bandits. Maybe he can take out a half dozen mobile suits with a GX, but can he do it in a Daughtress? We got to look out for our minion. Especially knowing that the Frosts are out for Tiffa, too. Maybe we don't know just what they can do, but we could tell they're dangerous.

>>27234307
Go with him.

Should we warn him about the two brothers who approached us?

>>27234402
They're trigger happy regardless of the size of whatever it is they find.

Besides, we came to town in our Daughtress, our Sand Buggy is all the way back at our shop. Better we get there in something that can fight back, rather than something that's potential easy pickings for a greedy Vulture.

>Writing...

>>27234307
>Go with him; you're his boss now, and you're responsible for your employee.

>>27234459
ded?

"If that's the case, then I'm going with you."

Garrod looks at you, surprised. "What? But why, Boss? This is my mess, so I should be the one to fix things."

"Maybe so," you say. "But you're still my employee, and as your employer, I'm responsible for your safety. Besides, I want to see what the Freeden and its crew is like for myself. If they're as bad as you say, then you'll need someone in your corner, right?"

Defeated by your sound logic, Garrod sighs.

"I guess so... Thanks, Boss." he says, smiling.

Garrod tells you that last he checked, the Freeden was hidden out in a forest not too far from here. You figured that since their captain is still recovering, they're not likely to go anywhere any time soon. You manage to convince Garrod to wait until tomorrow to find them. He attempts to argue, but his fatigue makes itself known with a rather obnoxious yawn.

As the two of you begin your search for a hotel to stay at for the night, you feel a familiar itch at the back of your head, but ignore the sensation.

---

"It seems Lady Luck is smiling upon us this day, Brother." says Olba, smiling.

"That she is, dear brother." replies Shagia, wearing a similar smile.

"Shall we make our way to the forest then, Brother?"

Shagia shakes his head, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"No, my dear brother. We shall wait until tomorrow, and when our two guide dogs take us to our destination, we shall dispose of them in one fell swoop."

Olba claps his hands together, smiling in approval.

"Brilliant, dear Brother!" he says, chuckling. "Your plans are truly magnificent, as always."

"Indeed they are, Brother. Come, let us find shelter for the evening, for tomorrow, we act..."

(cont'd.)

>The next morning...

While Garrod slept like a log, you weren't so lucky. The combination of his snoring, along with that incessant itching proved to be a potent combination for insomnia. The two of you make your way to the lot where your Mobile Suits are parked, and Garrod spies a Mobile Suit that causes him to freeze in his tracks.

"That black Mobile Suit... Olba!"

Your eyes widen at the name, and you look at him, clearly worried.

"Where did you hear that name?" you say, a severe frown on your face.

Hesitantly, Garrod tells you of his encounter with the younger Frost brother, and how he almost got Tiffa killed. Your frown only deepens. This confirms your suspicions about the Frost brothers. Whoever they were, they were nothing but bad news. You tell Garrod as much as well.

"Let's go, kid. No point in lingering here, otherwise we might run into Tweedledee and Tweedledum."

Garrod nods, and before long, the two of you are off, traveling in the direction of the forest that Garrod indicated, with you piloting the GX and Garrod in the Daughtress. You locate the Freeden with little trouble, and after introducing yourself, the both you are allowed onto the ship.

True to his word, Garrod apologized for his actions, and though most of the crew is understanding, the one who Garrod referred to as "the brunette with a stick up her ass" is still rather apprehensive. While Garrod goes off to find Tiffa, you approach the woman, who you've learned is the Second in Command.

"So... what's your beef with Garrod? Don't tell me you're still upset about the trouble he's caused; he's already apologized for that, as well as for running away. The others forgive him, why don't you?"

"I realize that!" she snaps, scowling at you for a moment before taking a deep breath. "It's just... I just can't figure out what Jamil-- I mean what the Captain sees in that boy. He's caused more harm than good, and despite his inexperience in combat, he still allowed him to pilot the GX."

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You shrug.

"Maybe it's a Newtype thing?" you say. "I don't know him all that well myself, but there's something that's telling me that this kid, despite his faults, is really something special. Me, I'm not exactly good with others, and yet here I am, having followed him out here to make sure he's safe. I don't know how he does it, but it's like he brings out the best in people."

She sighs, and offers you a tired smile.

"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it."

With that taken care of, you decide to look for Garrod. After getting directions for a smokin' hot blonde chick, you find him, just standing there in the hallway.

What will you do?
>Watch from a distance. He's come this far, let him do this himself.
>Take him aside, give him some advice.
>Write in

>>27235034
>Watch from a distance. He's come this far, let him do this himself.
We're a loner, so I don't think we can give him much good inter-personal advice.

>>27235034
>from a smokin' hot blonde chick

Gah... Need food... to prevent... spelling errors and... Shatnerian speech patterns!

>>27235034
>Watch from a distance. He's come this far, let him do this himself.

>>27235034
>>Watch from a distance. He's come this far, let him do this himself.

Wonder how Jamil will take to us being a latent NT. It'd be funny if we made a joke about those "fucking newtype wonders" before finding out we're one.

>>27235034
>Watch from a distance. He's come this far, let him do this himself.

C'mon, Garrod... Be a man, dammit!

OP, we're gonna be able to kill them if we have the ability to right? Well, ability with our fire support. Because fuck. I hate re-occurring villains just coming back, always escaping their ass kicking only to annoy us later. Fuckers.

>>27235155
It depends; the Frost Brothers are the main antagonists in the series proper, as annoying as they are. But depending on how things progress, we'll see.

>>27235155
If they survive we can put a hit on them.

>Writing

>>27235201
you could just tinker with it and make it a giant extended family of mercenary psychos

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You're not gona to go and mess with the kid's love life; besides, he's come this far already, so he needs to see this through!

Hesitantly, Garrod knocks on the door. Once. Twice. A third time.

"Tiffa?" he says, squirming nervously. "Are you there?"

There's a moment of silence before the both of you hear a voice.

"Garrod? Is that you?" you hear her ask. She sounds like a delicate thing; hardly what you pictured a powerful Newtype to sound like, but you supposed there were weirder things out there...

"Y-yeah..." he says. "I don't know if you still want to see me or not, but I wanted to apologize... I did some stupid stuff, and the Captain got hurt because of me. If you're still angry with me, I understand, and... I'm sorry. Even if you don't ever want to see me again, I just wanted to apologize for all the stupid things I did."

There's a long silence before the door finally opens.

"I should be the one apologizing, Garrod... I've been doing selfish things, without thinking about how you or the others might react... I was disgusted with myself, because everyone is pushing themselves so hard for my sake, and I've been nothing but selfish..."

She chokes back a sob, and presses herself against Garrod's chest.

"I wanted to make you happy, but I never thought to ask you; I'm sorry. I'm sorry for making everyone work so hard for my sake... and I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble and making you leave..."

Garrod wraps his arms around Tiffa, resting his head against hers.

"Nothing you could ever do would make me unhappy, Tiffa. You're a good person, no matter what you, or others might think."

Tiffa smiles, and you could swear Garrod's head would have passed for a tomato with how red he was in the face.

"Tiffa, I--"

And before he can say anything, the crew is called down into the hangar again, where there are two new Gundams docked, and two men you've never seen before with the crew, and a MS-sized suitcase.

>Introduce yourself
>Hang back and watch.
>Write in

>>27235589
>Hang back and watch.

>>27235589
>>Hang back and watch.

>>27235589
> Hang back and watch.
Let's see if a new business opportunity presents itself.

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>>27235589
>Hang back and watch.
If what I think is coming, then

>pic related

>Writing...

You decide to just sit back and watch as the events before you unfold. With their current situation, the Freeden's crew needed protection while their captain recuperated, so they enlisted the help of the Gundam Leopard's pilot, Roybea Loy, and the Airmaster's Pilot, Witz Sou wanted to leave something important in the Freeden's care.

And before you could say "That's a lot of shekels, goyim." that something important was revealed to the entire crew and yourself. There was so much gold in there, you were having a hard time controlling yourself. Considering how violent this guy was acting in regards to all that gold, it really WAS important to him.

Despite his borderline homicidal remarks, the Second in Command managed to convince Witz to guard the ship until the Captain recovered.

You look to Garrod, who seems deep in thought.

"Hey Boss..." he says, looking up at you, Tiffa grasping his hand. Tiffa looks at you, unsure of what to think about you, but if she disapproved of you, she certainly didn't make it apparent, with her nigh-unreadable poker face.

"Yeah, Garrod?"

"I still need to apologize to Jamil... and I'd rather wait until he wakes up. But I'd understand if you want to leave, too..."

What do you want to do? You'd rather not lose out on a potential business venture by leaving, but if they want to do business with you, chances are they'll know where to look...

>Help guard the Freeden. You can't exactly cut a deal with a comatose Captain...
>Leave; the Freeden should be fine for the time being.
>Write in

>>27235905
>And before you could say "That's a lot of shekels, goyim."
Please tell me we're Jewish.
>>27235905
>Help guard the Freeden. You can't exactly cut a deal with a comatose Captain...

>>27235905
>Help guard the Freeden. You can't exactly cut a deal with a comatose Captain...

>>27235927
We probably picked it up somewhere.
I imagine our guy as a younger mix of Dr Venture and Handsome Jack, but less dickish to his associates.

>>27235905
Stick around. I want to meet this Captain Jamil. And we should give the kid some time to spend with his girlfriend while he's got the chance.

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>>27235905
>"That's a lot of shekels, goyim."
I sniggered.

>Help guard the Freeden. You can't exactly cut a deal with a comatose Captain...

>>27235954
So when do we got to the isle of Spanakos?

>Writing

Also, I know most of you might bitch, but I think we should let Garrod pilot the Gundam. It'll keep his ass alive, keep the plot moving well, and we'll get a free upgrade to X-Divider out of it when Garrod gets his ass kicked by the Bertigo.
Besides, I like the Daughtress, we put alot of work into it. And if we really want a Gundam X, we can ask them to keep one of the GX Bits and modify the fuck out of it later. (I'm still hoping we get ahold of a Belphegor though.)

>>27236207
Well, we are a moderate pilot - if the kid proves himself capable, might as well let him pilot the Gundam and act as our protection. We keep the Daughtress, and upgrade her until she becomes something ridiculous.

You might as well help guard the Freeden. No point in pursuing a business venture if the man in charge is doing his impression of "Sleeping Beauty", so you familiarize yourself with your two temporary coworkers.

"So you're the hotshot junk dealer that decided to take Garrod under your wing, eh?" asks Roybea, brushing some of his hair out of his face.

You nod, and hold out your hand.

"The name's David West. It's a pleasure to meet and work with you two. You know, if either of you two are out in my neck of the woods, I can give you a good price for repairs or modifications."

"We'll keep that in mind..." says Witz tentatively. It seems the idea of parting with his hard earned gold is not an idea he's likely to entertain. "But for right now, let's focus on our current task. Both you and Garrod, as well as Roybea and me are the only line of defense for the Freeden and whatever decides to come sniffing around in this neck of the woods."

You nod. The guy had a point; you had a job to do, so you had to have your priorities in line. You get into the GX, while Garrod, Roybea, and Witz get into the Daughtress, Leopard, and Airmaster, respectively. Things are quiet for a while... at least until the Gundam X's sensors pick up two incoming mobile suits.

Your stomach drops into your feet as a voice you sincerely didn't want to hear today is heard through the public radio channels.

"Hello and good afternoon, gentlemen." says Shagia Frost over the radio. You can FEEL his smugness, even without a video feed into the man's cockpit. "I am Shagia Frost, and this is my brother, Olba."

(cont'd.)

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Rolled 16 + 2

Shagia's mobile suit, a red and black Gundam-type MS with an imposing figure gestures to a mobile armor, which vaguely resembles the MS you and Garrod saw earlier.

"We're here today because you all have embarrassed us in some form." he says, a hint of venom creeping into his tone.

"And we detest being upstaged." chimes in Olba, transforming his machine into its Mobile Suit mode.

That buzzing in the back of your skull has turned into a dull roar, and you pull out the GX's large beam sword, with your Shield Buster Rifle unfolded and held in your left manipulator.

>Roll 1d20 to attack. Specify who you are targeting, and how you will attack them. DC is this roll.

Goddammit, I just wanted to run a fucking salvage shop.

I knew getting involved with this kid would come to bite us in the ass.

Rolled 13

>>27236313
Take a few potshots at the Virsago. That Megasonic Gun is real trouble, and we don't want to be caught in its path.

Rolled 6

>>27236313
Get in close and go for the head. Can't shoot what you can't see.

>>27236343
Seconding this. Use your rifle and mobility to draw that thing's attention and try to lure it away from the Freeden. Try to keep it focused on us so our allies have a chance to flank it. Only engage in melee when absolutely necessary.

Is there something we can use to our advantage nearby? Some junk or some cover, or something we can use to fight dirty?

Rolled 18

>>27236384
And my roll.

Rolled 7, 3, 19 = 29

>Just rolling a few dice here; a post will be up shortly.

Rolled 9 + 2

>Results: You - 18, Roybea - 7, Garrod - 3, Witz - 19
>DC: 16 + 2 = 18
>Success: You, Witz
>Failure: Roybea, Garrod

You take a few potshots at Shagia's Mobile Suit. Your goal was to draw them away from the Freeden, and keep them from attacking it. Witz seems to have caught on and assist you, landing a few good hits in with the Airmaster's shotguns. Roybea and Garrod move to assist, but are being harassed by Olba's MS, who bashes them around with the black Gundam's claw-like appendages.

>Roll 1d20 to attack. Specify who you are targeting, and how you'll attack. DC is this roll.

Rolled 13

>>27236451
Let's dive in close and slash at the Ashtaron and get them off of Garrod's back; he's at the most risk; he's in a Daughtress armed with just a giant heat hawk, and Roybea's in a Gundam built for ranged combat Not a good situation for either of them.

Rolled 5

>>27236468
This. I swear to god, Garrod, if you get our Daughtress wrecked, it's coming out of YOUR paycheck!

Let's see if this works...

Rolled 5

>>27236451
Okay, that sucks.

Keep the atack on Shagia and try to maneuver around the battlefield so that we're closer to Garrod.
See if we can trick Shagia to accidentally attack his brother instead of us.

>>27236451
'Dammit kid, I signed up to be your boss, not your fucking bodyguard!'

Letsee if we can deduct bodyguard fees out of his wages huehuehue.

Rolled 18, 12, 9 = 39

>Rollan, writan...

Rolled 9

>Results: You - 13, Roybea - 18, Garrod - 12, Witz - 9
>DC: 9 + 2 = 11
>Success: You, Roybea, Garrod
>Failure: Witz

"Shit, Garrod!"

You lunge at Olba's black MS, successfully driving it away from Garrod with a saber strike that manages to bust one of its claws, and right to Roybea, who backhands the black Gundam with the Leopard's gatling arm, sending it crashing to the ground. Before it can counterattack, Garrod swings the Daughtress' heat hawk at the mobile suit, disabling the other one.

Witz attempts to disengage Shagia's mobile suit to assist, but the elder Frost brother won't have any of that, corralling the Airmaster with its claw-mounted beam guns.

"Thanks, Boss! You really saved our hides back there!"

"Thank me later, stay on your toes!" you bark through the radio.

---

"Brother, we seem to be in a bit of a bind..." muses Olba, moving to his brother's position.

Shagia continues his assault on the Airmaster, keeping Witz in his pace as he converses with his brother.

"So it seems... Not only are we outnumbered, but we seem to have underestimated our enemy's tenacity...

---

What will you do?

>Continue attacking them. Roll 1d20, and specify who you're attacking and how. DC is 12.
>Reason with the brothers. Roll 1d20+3 to try and settle things diplomatically. DC is this roll.

Rolled 12 + 3

>>27236671
>Reason with the brothers. Roll 1d20+3 to try and settle things diplomatically. DC is this roll.

Let's fuck with the canon even more and reason with our worst enemies! WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

Rolled 13 + 3

>>27236671
>Reason with the brothers. Roll 1d20+3 to try and settle things diplomatically. DC is this roll.
'Why are you guys being such assholes? Stop being assholes!'

Bow before my diplomatic skillz!

Rolled 12 + 3

>>27236671
> Reason with the brothers. Roll 1d20+3 to try and settle things diplomatically. DC is this roll.

Let's make a trade, shall we? They can retreat, but it'd be a bit costly. Say, a mobile suit.

>>27236677
>>27236691
>>27236695
And people wonder why I doubt /tg/ dice is random!

Rolled 15 + 3

>>27236671
>Reason with the brothers.
Might as well go with the majority on this one; Besides, we've got three good rolls. The odds of me fucking up at this point are 1 in 20 anyway.

>Writing...

>Result: 15 + 3 = 18
>Success!

Neither side can keep this up for too long, so you decide to play peacemaker. You lower your beam rifle, and sheathe your beam saber.

"Hold it, let's just talk for a moment, alright?"

"Wh-- Talk with them?! They tried to attack us!" snapped Witz, finally managing to break free of Shagia's constant barrage of beam gun fire. Transforming the Airmaster into MS mod,e he lands with a heavy thud as Roybea rolls up in the Leopard.

"Are you sure about this, Hotshot?" he asks, clearly worried.

"I'm sure the Boss has something planned, right?" Garrod says, laughing nervously.

"It's fine, I got this." you say. "Besides, in the moments we've been chatting, neither of them have fired at us, have they? That means they're willing to listen.

"Your friend is right." chimes in Shagia. "My brother and I came in underprepared and suffered for it. We aren't foolish enough to refuse an attempt at diplomacy at this point."

"Alright then..." you say, stepping forward. "Now that we're all on the same page, there are quite a few things that need to be discussed. However, that can wait until we get you and your mobile suits aboard the Freeden for repairs. You'll be taken in as prisoners aboard the Freeden, and subject to questioning, understood?"

"Yes, understood..." says Shagia.

"Is that alright with all parties?"

There's a general chorus of agreement from Garrod and most of the crew, while Wits, Roybea, and the Second in Command still seem apprehensive, but accepting of the terms. The brother's Gundams, the Ashtaron and Virsago, belonging to Olba and Shagia, respectively are brought aboard, and the brothers immediately placed in handcuffs with no fuss. No weapons were found on either of them, fortunately, and you, Garrod, the Second in Command Sala Tyrell, along with the ship's doctor, Techcs Farzenburg are all sat down in what you assume is the ship's interrogation chambers.

>What do you want to ask the brothers?

>>27236914
See if they'd like some coffee or whatever.

Then ask them for whom they work, what's their objective (we know it's that Tiffa girl, but why?) and all that noise.

>>27236914
>"First things first... What possessed you to try and attack us? What possible reason could you have for attempting to take the lives of the people on this ship?"

>>27236938
This. Coffee is always a good conversation starter.

>Writing...

Rolled 2

Just wondering are we a Newtype?

>>27237041
I think so. We hear some buzzing noise or voices in our head from time to time or whenever we're near the two brothers.

You look at the two brothers, sitting there; their expressions unreadable. Might as well start asking some questions.

"Coffee?" you prompt.

Unfortunately, the both of them deny the offer, though you have Garrod fetch some coffee anyway; black for you and Techcs, and a coffee with creamer for Sala. As soon as Garrod is out of the room, your expression shifts, and the entire atmosphere changes.

"Alright. I want some straight answers out of you two. No cryptic messages, no riddles, None of that bullshit, got it?"

The two brothers look at one another, and nod hesitantly.

"Let's start with the basics. Who do you work for, what is your objective, and what do you want with TIffa Adill? As far as I know, she hasn't done anything to either of you."

Shagia is the one to speak up, his voice calm, and his tone even as he speaks.

"We work for no one but ourselves." he states plainly. "And as for our objective..."

This time, Olba pipes up. You always disliked it when twins would speak a sentence together. Shit's creepy, yo.

"Our objective is the elimination of every known Newtype, documented or otherwise. It's nothing personal against the girl or you, Mr. West, but it is simply the misfortune of your births."

Misfortune your -ass-.

"What could have possibly warranted this? Elimination of all known Newtypes?" asks Sala, taking the reins from here.

"My brother and I were potential Newtype candidates selected by the UNE. While we possess the gift of telepathic communication between ourselves, we were incompatible with the UNE's Newtype-use FLASH System, and discarded, labeled "Category-F" Newtypes. -Fakes-."

His voice wavers, and his expression darkens as he continues.

"We did not measure up to their standards, and were tossed aside like -trash-, so we vowed revenge upon every known Newtype. Never again will we ever have to be compared to so called 'true' Newtypes. No longer will either of us bear the shameful title of 'Category-F'... THAT is our objective."

(cont'd)

Your response?

>"That is a load of horse shit."
>"My sympathies, but that is no reason to hunt down possibly innocent lives and murder them in cold blood."
>"Have you ever considered therapy?"
>Write in

>>27237237
>"That is a load of horse shit."

That has got to be the flimsiest excuse to justify mass murder EVER.

>>27237237
> "My sympathies, but that is no reason to hunt down possibly innocent lives and murder them in cold blood."

They discarded you as newtypes, so what? It's not like you couldn't make a living out here being awesome junk traders or bodyguards.

>>27237237
>"That is a load of horse shit."

You have to admit, that is a stupid reason for revenge.

>>27237212
>>"Have you ever considered therapy?"

Plus point out the fact that they shouldn't have issue with every living Newtype.

Rather, they should have something against the members of the UNE for disregarding their talent and being narrow-minded. Even that doesn't justify wholesale slaughter. It's not like they fucked their mom.

It doesnt make sense.

>The UNE classifies us as being Fakes despite having actual NT powers, even if it isn't the orthodox kind.
>Lets kill /every single newtype on the planet/ because of this.

>>27237237
>"Have you ever considered therapy?"

Rolled 9

>Writing
>Roll me 1d20+3. DC is this roll.

Rolled 3 + 3

>>27237273
This is solid enough reasoning. At the very least we can convince them they were misguided in their revenge.

Rolled 17 + 3

>>27237316
Rolling

Rolled 19 + 3

>>27237316
Rolling.

>>27237273
Yeah, if anything, they should have beef with the UNE, not innocent kids.
Side note, did we even know we were a newtype? It probably never mattered to Dave or influenced his life in any way, so all this must seem stupid to him.

>>27237342
We do, but we don't give a shit about being one. As far as we're concerned, Newtypes are glorified psychics.

>>27237342
Judging from this thread and the last? No, he doesn't know.

OP, have Dave make a joke about why they think he's a newtype when he can't shoot lightning from his hands or have his own lightsaber.

>>27237367
>>27237371
Let me clarify, then.

He knows in the sense that he's been told as much, and there's been enough evidence (the disembodied voices from the Satellite Cannon blast zone, the buzzing in our skulls.) to validate those claims. He just does not give a shit and doesn't consider himself one.

>>27237389
And yes, I realize I'm quoting my own post. I was adding onto my statement.

>>27237389
Ah, ok. I think 19+3 is enough that noone wants to risk a 1, btw.

>>27237399
Right then; Writing!

>>27237273
This, plus politely suggest they should evaluate their lives. They're letting themselves be controlled by their past over the decisions from a long-dead government. That can't be a happy life.

>>27237389
I'm perfectly fine with this. He probably is a decent newtype, but that never mattered to him. He got where he is now through work and wits, not because he's some psychic schmuck.

>>27237510
Maybe we can point that out to show that being a newtype isn't everything anyway. And that infact, it can be a pain in the ass when you wake up from buzzing or worse.

>>27237555
We probably could. Hell, if they don't believe us, they should see our shop - we built all that, without resorting to newtype powers.
Who knows what they could accomplish if they didn't focus on that stupid genocide of theirs. They could probably become the greatest junk traders there ever were.

>>27232207
>"Garrod. Garrod Ran."
Shit.

>Result: 19 + 3 = 22
>DC: 9
>Success!

"I'm sorry, but that is a load of horse shit."

"WHAT WAS THAT YOU SON OF A BIT--"

"Olba! Enough!" barks Shagia, his gaze never leaving yours. The look he's giving you is downright -venomous-.

"You guys were treated like dirt. I get that, but taking your anger out on innocent people is NOT the right thing to do, nor are they the ones you should be upset at. If anything, you should be upset with the UNE for being so narrow minded; it's clear to me that you're both excellent pilots, and as far as I'm concerned, exhibit abilities a Newtype should have."

"Your patronage will get you nowhere, Mister West." says Shagia, frowning.

"I'm serious, here. You two have incredible gifts. It's the UNE's fault for not recognizing that. Just because the military was being narrow minded doesn't give you an excuse for mass murder. I mean, have you ever tried talking to someone about these issues? That's precisely why therapy exists."

"As if anyone could truly understand our plight." grouses Olba, his expression as sour as his brothers'.

"That right there is the kind of close-mindedness that makes you just as bad as the people that rejected you. You have gifts no one else has. You should take pride in that. Don't focus on the negatives; focus on what makes the both of you unique. Take pride in that, and don't let anyone ever let you think you're worthless, not even yourselves, because you -aren't-."

The brothers are silent for a moment; likely conversing between themselves if they were serious about being able to telepathically communicate with each other. FInally, one of them speaks.

"We've... never had someone believe so strongly in our abilities before." said Shagia, his steely facade beginning to crack.

"You truly think of us as special?" asks Olba, as if unable to believe what he'd heard. You simply nod, and the brothers go quiet once more.

(cont'd.)

That buzzing in your skull finally seems to subside as the brothers look at you and smile- genuinely smile.

"Thank you, Mister West." says Shagia. "Perhaps we've been... approaching this from the wrong perspective."

"Please, call me Dave." you say, smiling.

"Alright then, Dave..." replies Olba, nodding. "My brother and I shall try and start anew. If you believe so strongly in our worth, then perhaps it is time we did so as well..."

"We will leave you and the Freeden in peace. Perhaps our paths may cross again, Mister West. May it be on far better terms than in the past."

"I'm sure they will, Shagia."

You look to Sala and Techcs, who have remained quiet thus far.

"Well?" you ask. "Shall we let them go? They've done what we've asked and more. The repairs to their Mobile Suits should be finished and they said they'd leave us in peace."

There's a strained silence before Sala finally speaks.

"... Alright. We'll let them go." She then looks to the Frost brothers, her glare icy enough to give you frostbite. "Don't do anything you'll regret, understood?"

SHagia and Olba nod as she removes their handcuffs, and you watch as they're escorted out of the room by the ship's helmsman and communications officer, Shingo and Toniya, respectively.

Garrod finally steps into the room, holding a tray with three mugs of coffee.

"Am I missing something here? because it looks like we're just letting the Frost brothers go."

"We are." you say flatly.

Garrod's following expression really makes you wish you had a camera on you at all times. You suppress a chuckle as you take a sip of your coffee, as Techcs calms him down.

The Frost brothers leave without incident, though there's still the matter of the Freeden's comatose captain...

[Skill Level Up! Charisma Lvl.1 --> Lvl.2! You get +4 to Diplomacy Checks and are capable of more easily convincing others.]

What will you do now?
>Continue waiting
>Return home; this shit's getting ridiculous.
>Write in

>>27237689
>>Continue waiting
Maybe suggest he get taken to a real hospital.

>>27237689
>Continue waiting

>>27237689
Sweet, we convince the Frost brothers to not go full genocide against every single Newtype ever, and we level up our Charisma. We are fucking SMOOTH.

>Continue waiting

Might as well, right?

>>27237689
>http://pastebin.com/dSf1cMsQ
But we already had Level 2 Charisma.

>>27237720
I just edited the pastebin.

>>27237689
> Continue waiting.

We could shoot some shit with the guys here.
Won't hurt to get some new contacts or potential customers in case the captain doesn't want to do business with out.

>>27237729
Can we get one of Garrod later?

>>27237742
I'll see what I can do.

>Writing...

>>27237689
Doesn't this change much of the plot?

>>27237889
I don't really see the problem with that. Let's see how much we can screw the canon.

>>27237896
This.

Although. I can see them going after anyone who was involved in making them a 'Fake'. Maybe even going as far as killing the New UNE head honchos like in canon

You decide to remain on the ship a while longer, and before you know it, you and the others receive news that the Captain, Jamil Neate, has woken up and requested to see you.

You find the medical bay, and step inside, where a well-built, bandaged man wearing a bitchin' pair of aviators is currently bedridden, though he is awake and upright.

"You wanted to see me?" you ask, sitting in a chair near the bedside.

"Yes. I've heard a great deal about you, Mister West." he says, adjusting his glasses, "I've also heard that you've managed to bring Garrod Ran under your employment and pacify the wrath of the Frost brothers?"

"Yes I have. I can't quite explain it, but there's just... -something- about the kid that brings out the best in me. At the time, he seemed lost, and alone. He needed structure, a sort of a foundation... and I guess I was just the one to give that to him. As for Shagia and Olba... I'd like to say I'm talented, but it felt more like pure luck that things turned out how they did."

Jamil smiles at your statement, and nods.

"Indeed. He has a great deal of potential, and he has grown much in the short time you've had him under your wing."

"You really think so?" you ask, unsure if you've really made that much of an impact with him.

"I believe so. But there's also the matter of Tiffa..."

"Yeah... If there's one thing he's attached to in this ship, it's her, and I don't think I have the heart to separate the two of them. I'd rather not have things play out like Romeo and Juliet.

Jamil smirks at your statement, and laughs.

"Hah! I should hope not." he says, still smiling. "In regards to the two of them, I'd like to... form a partnership of sorts with you, Mister West. I realize you are a salesman by trade, and not a pilot. Whatever money we make off of salvage and any odd jobs, you will receive approximately 15% of our profits. In return, you will function as a member of this crew and assist in whatever tasks you are given. Will you accept?"

(cont'd.)

>>27237917
That could easily happen. Or they could attempt to become horrible junk traders we pick up later on and add them to our crew.
With that gift of telepathy, they could make excellent coordinators or spies or something. And they are pretty good pilots - maybe they form their own band.

What is your choice?

>Yes
>No
>Write in

>>27237958
Hmm... stick with the Freeden and keep those lovebirds together, or forever derail the plot by heading back home doing god-knows what?

Decisions, decisions...

>Yes
But negotiate the details. Fifteen percent seems kind of... piddly.

>>27237958
"20% and you've got a deal."
>Yes

>>27237958
> Other
Can we move our shop to the ship? They could use a decent mechanic and a trader, and we could use some protection and a chance to move around, get new tech and contacts and so on. Unite our assets as one.

>>27237958
>>sure but I would hardly be the man I am today if I didn't at least for 25%
settle at (22-20%)

Up the share, and the condition that we're reserve/auxiliary combat pilots.

(Besides, OOC we all know half the reason he wants us is because we're a Newtype)

No. Let us remain Vultures. If Garrod wants to leave, he can, with the choice of buying the Daughtress+equipment for $75mil.

>>27238022
Er, Junkers. Not become a Vulture.

>Writing

The offer is tempting, but fifteen percent seemed rather... cheap.

"How about twenty five percent?" you ask. "I don't come cheap, Captain."

"We need the money to be able to afford supplies, Mr. West. Twenty-Five is too much. Fifteen percent." states Jamil.

You sigh. This guy was a hard sell, that was for sure.

"Tell you what; meet me in the middle at Twenty percent, and I'll contribute towards supplies and repairs. Does that sound fair?"

There's a short silence as Jamil thinks over your proposition, and sighs as he reaches a decision.

"That's fair. Welcome aboard, Mister West." he says, holding out his hand.

"Please, call me Dave. David's fine, too." you say, grasping it and giving it a firm shake.

Looks like you, and by extension, Garrod, are working for Jamil!

>Alright, this looks to be a good place to pause things at. I need sleep. It's past 6:00 AM, and I haven't slept at all. If this thread is still up by the time I wake up, I'll pick up from here. If not, I'll start a new thread after I've had something to eat.

See you then, OP. Hopefully the thread will still be here when you return!

>>27238099
Sure thing. See you next time.

Don't forget to archive this thing, just in case.

>>27238613
Archived:
> http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/27230426/

Is it just me or does this series suffer from "everything but a MS is useless" syndrome more than most series?
Yes, the original gundam series was much better than most in that regard. Hell, it actually had numbers beat quality sometimes, and payed attention to the results of the destruction of the MS pilot core of a faction.

>>27239167
Land battleships are kinda pathetically armed yeah. But their just aren't that many non MS weapon options in this universe for us to take advantage of. We could probably make the Freeden somewhat less pathetic by attaching SRA tank turrets on it in good locations. We'd need to find a few to salvage though.

>>27239318
Well, we are a trader with some connections - maybe we can check our contacts if someone is selling some salvage or battleship parts. Failing that, we'll probably run into some raiders or bandits and loot their shit, or we'll salvage some old base.

Have Garrod stay on Freeden as our representative, give him the Gundam X (he'll need it more than we do) and go have salvaging adventures in a Daughtress Custom.

>>27239167
Well after seven space wars, there's hardly any hardware but MS left. There's quite a bit of flight capable MS and a large number of MS whose roles and gear are for tank/arty/spag analogues.

>>27239167
Get out spacebattles tankerfag.

>>27239434
most of the "Land Battleships" in the series have a single, small, forward facing gun. That's kinda pathetic.

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>>27239522
Yeah, but the Freeden has 2!
...we need to pimp this thing out.

>>27239547
Looking through the wiki, our options are:
1. Salvaging more of the same type of turret that that thing has.
2. Salvaging turrets from either the SRA Tank or SRA Combat Armored Car A
3. Create a combat turret for a MS weapon.
4. The Trieste Class is actually armed decently, so we could steal their missile launchers, though that would probably be much more difficult a job to install.

>>27239661
Well, we're going to need a bit of everything, I guess. Those cannons are probably only useful against other land battleships - meaning that we'll need both anti-MS guns and anti-aircraft (because the suits can transform) weaponry. We could probably engineer something if we salvage enough parts.

Let's see.

Add an additional turret like the one Freeden already has, but on the other side of the ship. That way, it can cover more ground with it's fire. Also, see if it's possible to modify those guns so that they can accept spotter input - if our guys can act as artillery spotters, that'd be pretty cool.

Add some typical anti-MS guns that could be used against regular mobile suits. Preferably have them installed so that they cover everything. Maybe add some regular vulcan cannons on them for shooting down enemy missiles.

If possible, add some missile launchers and modify them to work as either artillery or support (dropping smoke grenades and such).

>>27239370
>Have Garrod stay on Freeden as our representative, give him the Gundam X (he'll need it more than we do)

Jesus. No.

We paid 100 million for that. We let him have the Daughtress in exchange for working for us. The Gundam X is ours.

>>27239955
And we got 75 mil from him, and got him to work for us. So all that stuff is technically ours.
Besides, keeping the X around is going to attract more trouble than we could handle. Nobody's going to go after the guy in the Daughtress.

>>27240011
New guy here, nope.

>>27240011
>And we got 75 mil from him, and got him to work for us.

No. We got his servitude in exchange for the Daughtress+custom equipment.

>Besides, keeping the X around is going to attract more trouble than we could handle.

So when combat happens, the kid gets the MS with a giant bullseye on it instead of us?

About a week has passed since you and Garrod were unofficially inducted into the Freeden's crew. Within that time, Jamil has managed to recover a great deal of his strength, and Witz and Roybea have decided to stay on the crew as full time pilots for the Freeden, thus greatly bolstering its firepower.

With the four of you staying under the Freeden's employ indefinitely, you all managed to convince the crew to modify a spare room into a sort of recreational room, with a bar, pool table, and television. While Sala voiced her disapproval, you managed to convince her that such an "investment" would improve crew morale, and help regular stress levels.

With the major obstacles removed, the four of you, along with some volunteers from the crew, managed to scrounge up the furniture, materials, and money to complete your little pet project.

"Eight ball, corner pocket." you declare, smirking. with a loud -crack- of your pool cue, you hear the satisfying clack of cue ball against its intended target, grinning as you hear the -thunk- of the eight ball reaching its destination.

"Aw man!" exclaims Roybea. "If I knew you were such a pool shark, I'd have opted for a foosball table, or air hockey, or something..."

"That's not our problem. Now you and WItz better keep up your end of the bet and hand us our winnings." says Garrod, grinning at the beleaguered duo.

The two Gundam pilots, sigh, and shell out one hundred dollars each.

With the two of you each one hundred dollars richer, you leave the room. Garrod makes his way down the hall to Tiffa's quarters, while you head to the Hangar.

Over the past few days, Kid Salsamille, the Freeden's head gearhead, has approached you several times about possible upgrades to the GX.

(cont'd.)

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Finally, you've settled on one of three modifications.

>Buster Sheath Rifle + Holster Shield (Removes Shield Buster Rifle, and adds +1 Large Beam Sword to inventory. Keeps the Gundam X's Satellite Cannon while increasing its versatility.) Roll 1d20+4 to modify. DC is 12.
>X Divider Upgrade (Removes the Satellite Cannon in exchange for a special multi-function shield. Overall Firepower is decreased in exchanged for enhanced mobility. Roll 1d20+4 to modify. DC is 15.
>Hyper Spec Overhaul (Increases the firepower of the GX's Satellite Cannon, as well as giving it the ability to fire one powerful beam blast, or three moderately powerful shots. Leg-mounted Missile Launchers will be added to the arsenal, and the overall appearance will be altered to pic related. Roll 1d20+4 to modify. DC is 18.

Rolled 2 + 4

>>27242046
>Hyper Spec Overhaul

Fuck yes, lets increase the power of our already overpowered Satellite Cannon! Some Missiles won't hurt, either.

Rolled 4 + 4

>>27242046
Hyper Spec Overhaul.

Rolled 17 + 4

>>27242046
>Hyper Spec Overhaul

Turn our Gundam X into the Gundam X Maoh? Yes please.

Rolled 18 + 4

>>27242046
Hyper spec sounds good.

>Writing...

Do we have a plan for what are we going to turn the GX into?
I'm all for some sniping action or heavy damage.

>>27242287
Not sure. From what I can tell we plan to up-gun our land battleship into something resembling an actual battleship at some point. We probably also need to think about getting our minion a better unit, or at least getting the guy a gun.

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>>27242287
We're apparently turning the Gundam X into this thing.

We're increasing the firepower of the Satellite Cannon, while giving it the option to ration out its gathered energy between three shots like the Wing Gundam's Buster Rifle. We're also getting some leg mounted missile launchers, and relocating the machine cannon normally mounted on the backpack to a compartment inside one of the shoulders.

>>27242340
Maybe we can combine a gun and his heat axe into one weapon? Call it the Gunbuster.
Either way, we need to upgrade his Daughtress. So far, it's a regular one with some advanced sensors on top of it. Maybe something that'd go with that sandboard? Make it a fast hit-and-run unit.

>Result: 18 + 4 = 22
>DC: 18
>Success!

Though the modifications go off without a hitch, calibrations and modifications to the GX's OS will take time to complete.

Most of the day has passed by, and you've done all you can; the rest is up to Kid and his crew.

With the rest of your evening ahead of you, you try to figure out something to do.

>Check up on Garrod and Tiffa
>Head to the Rec Room. See if Witz and Roybea are up for losing more of their money.
>Hit the showers. You smell like sweat and grease. Eugh.
>Write in

>>27242494
>Check up on Garrod and Tiffa

>>27242494
>.
>>Hit the showers. You smell like sweat and grease. Eugh.

>>27242494
> Hit the showers. You smell like sweat and grease. Eugh.

>>27242494
>Check up on Garrod and Tiffa
See what our minion is up to. If he's not busy dropping his spaghetti around Tiffa, maybe we can ask him if he'd like some modifications applied to his Daughtress.

>>27242494
>Check up on Garrod and Tiffa
Eh, why not?

>Taking a short half-hour break. I'll try not to take too long. Expect a post when I return, folks.

>>27242494
>Hit the showers. You smell like sweat and grease. Eugh.

Can't walk around smelling nasty.

>>27241995
We are such a bad influence on him.

>>27242759
Nonsense, we're the best big brother / mentor ever.

Options for upgrades to the Daughtress: High Mobility, High Mobility Command, Flyer, Weapon. There is also the tank and Neo, but one of them is terrible and the other we almost certainly can't make.

Rolled 1

>Back, and rolling a 1d2 to break the tie.

1 is in favor of finding Garrod, and 2 is for showering.

>>27243167
>High Mobility Command or Flyer
We don't necessarily need to make a Neo, we could steal them.

That, or salvage them.

>>27243167
Lets go with High Mobility and Weapon. Make Him a skirmisher/ambusher so he'll learn the finer arts of running away to kill another day. Don't need our new protege to die too quickly yet when we still have so much junk knowledge to fill his head with.

>>27243213
Well okay then. Writing!

>>27243216
They are likely too new to salvage without going up against the union directly. If we are asking what we want to steal from those guys to give him I have to go with the NRX-016 Rasveht, or the Double X.

>>27243167
Well, considering the rest of our team, we could use either a fast skirmisher or another aerial support unit.
The GX is (at the moment) a heavy ranged hitter, the Leopard (Roybea's suit) is a ranged suppression / heavy hitter without the ability to fly, and the Airmaster (Witz's suit) is a flying CQC unit. We could make a flying scout unit with high maneuverability whose job is spotting, harassing and ambushing enemies.

>>27243230
>>27243380
Skimisher-kun!

>>27243418
Field inspections. Field inspections everywhere.

You decide to check up on Garrod and Tiffa, who seem to be sitting in her room... drawing?

"Oh, hey Boss!" says Garrod, giving you a small wave. His hands seem to be covered with charcoal stains, as are Tiffa's.

"Hey, squirt. What're you two drawing?"

Garrod picks up the canvas he was drawing on, showing what looks like a rough sketch of a Daughtress or two; his if the large Heat Hawk is of any indication. However, there seems to be more to the drawing than the suit itself.

"I was thinking of asking Kid for some upgrades to the Daughtress." he says, looking at his drawing. "I was thinking of something that could add some firepower to it, and increase its mobility. I don't know if there's any parts to convert it into a Daughtress Weapon-slash-High Mobility hybrid, but I couldn't really tell if there were the parts available for a conversion like that..."

You smile; the kid certainly was creative; that was for sure. Though there weren't the parts he needed, you remember that Kid was attempting to sell you on a high mobility upgrade for the GX before you settled on the Hyper Spec designs. You turn your attention to Tiffa, whose drawing is... far more detailed than Garrod's, that was for sure. As for what, it was...

"What's that, Tiffa?"

She looks at you, then to her drawing. Apparently, she's not quite finished, as she puts her charcoal to the canvas and continues drawing.

"A place where we need to go..." she says, finally.

"What's there?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"An ally..." she says simply, continuing to draw.

"An ally? A Newtype, maybe?"

Tiffa simply shrugs, saying nothing as she puts the finishing details on her picture.

What should you do?

>Ask Kid about upgrading Garrod's Daughtress.
>Go to Jamil about Tiffa's drawing.
>Write in.

>>27243664
> Ask Kid about upgrading Garrod's Daughtress.
We'll help him with the upgrading process. It'd be a surprise for the kid.

>>27243664
>Ask Kid about upgrading Garrod's Daughtress.
A Daughtress Divider? I can dig it.

I'm sure Tiffa will go to Jamil with her drawing anyway.

>>27243664
>Ask Kid about upgrading Garrod's Daughtress.

Let's see if there's anything we can do about helping out our employee.

>>27243664
>Ask Kid about upgrading Garrod's Daughtress.
We get to make our hand made Daughteress even better?
of course!
Help the kid

>Writing...

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>>27243664
>Weapon-slash-High Mobility
So the Jesta cannon?

Rolled 6 + 3

>>27243747
I feel if we do this he'll be in our debt even more...

>>27243876
I wish that thing had a master Grade. I love the Jesta, but I like the Jesta Cannon so much more.

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Rolled 14

While Tiffa's drawing and her cryptic words are worrisome, if it's as important as you imagine it is, she'll go to Jamil about it.

You leave Garrod and Tiffa alone, and head back into the hangar, where you meet Kid.

"Ah, Dave! Good timing; I just finished up the Hyper-Spec's calibrations." he says, wiping his hands off with a grease-rag. "That baby should run like a dream after the work I've put into it."

You look up at your completely transformed Mobile Suit; you couldn't have done better yourself. Really; as good as you were, the level of skill Kid has was astounding.

"Thanks, Kid." God, that was weird; especially since you called Garrod "kid" a lot, which served to be a constant source of confusion for the Freeden's mechanic.

"I know you just got done working your ass off, but I have a favor to ask. You know that Multipurpose shield-thing you were trying to sell me on? You think you could modify it and attach it to Garrod's Daughtress?"

Kid looks at you, then to the pile of parts, scratching his chin. At least he's thinking about it... you hope.

>Roll 1d20+4 for diplomacy. DC is this roll.

>>27244019
My personal favorite MS is the Gundam Wing.

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>>27244071
>not Tallgeese
TV or Katoki version?

Rolled 14 + 4

>>27244070

Rolled 14 + 4

>>27244070

Rolled 10 + 4

>>27244070
C'mon, Kid... You know you wanna do it.

Rolled 14 + 4

>>27244070
It'll be fun.

>>27244119
>>27244126
>>27244128
>>27244177
...guess that we can take back our snowboard?

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>>27244019
I like the Gundam Delta Kai, myself... The HG is selling really well, and it shares a lot of similarities with the Delta Plus, so I'd imagine a MG would share a lot of runners, so it'd cost about the same, too.

Besides, just LOOK at that sexy beast.

>>27244116
tv. Also, the Wing Zero Custom is silly as fuck.

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>>27244228
>Wing Zero Custom
>feathers

Yup, definitely nuts. How about the Proto Zero?

>Writing

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>>27244226
Damn that's sexy. Not as sexy as the Exia, but I like your style.

>>27244299
>that detail
you have my attention

>>27244228
>>27244289
Isn't that the suit that destroys itself by firing its main weapon? That's a pretty serious design flaw.

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>>27244318
Another one.

>>27244356
It had the excuse of atmospheric reentry and getting shot at with beam cannons before blowing itself up with the Twin Buster.

>>27244372
Man that with a black base with a Crimson/maroon trim and a chrome red for the orb spots and id be jizzing all over the place

>>27244420
Right. Still not sure how the bunker survived three shots with the twin buster, given that that weapon is the second most powerful gun in the series. The other one is mounted on a massive space fortress.

>>27244372
Where can i find this? also Exia

>>27244466
Apparently NeoTitanium-Gundanium alloy is a hell of a metal.

Unless I'm misremembering.

>Result: 14 + 4 = 18
>DC: 14
>Success!

"... Alright, I'll see what I can do, Dave." he says finally, sighing. "It should definitely help out in the long run anyway; Garrod's going to need whatever advantage he can take with the Daughtress being his only option. The custom Heat Hawk, as nice as it is, just isn't going to cut it... pardon the pun."

You shrug.

"Fair enough. What're you going to do about the Sledge?"

Kid scratches his head.

"Dunno; it's not useless, that's for sure. The terrain modifications are nice, but with the added weight of the upgrades I have in mind, it's going to need some improvements if we want to get as much mileage out of the thing as possible. It can hold only so much weight, after all."

You sigh. There's always -some- kind of roadblock...

"I'll leave you to it, Kid." you say as you walk away, leaving the chief engineer to his own devices. You could swear you heard cackling as you left the hangar...

What now?
>Shower, now. You've stewed in your juices long enough.
>Go to Jamil about Tiffa's picture.
>Write in

>>27244520
>Shower, now. You've stewed in your juices long enough.

>>27244520
Take a much needed shower

Personally, I like most grunt suits. The biggest Gundams I like are the RX-79[G] and Ez8, even.

I think our battleship should have the following:
1. Active defense system against shit like missiles. Something like the trophy system. Have it shoot a laser or shotgun like blast.
2. Artillery-tier guns.
3. Anti-MS machine guns, with a turret that also fits a co-axial machine gun, grenade machine gun or normal to handle light vehicles and personnel.