Gundam Liberate Comment Thread

[SkyeFire]

Well, rather than force Nate to beg for C&C again, I guess I'll get preemptive...

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Major Christiaan Boshoff, Ph.D, sat in his cramped-but-comfortable seat and reminded himself that the physician had insisted that his eyes were no longer bleeding and that any trickling he thought he felt was strictly psychosomatic.

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Hm. PhD? I wonder what he majored in? A field-grade officer with a doctorate is hardly unheard of, but it is a bit unusual. I can't help but think it'll be significant.
And, yup, he's lost his eyeballs. Given the extent of cybernetic tech this universe appears to have, I'm guessing he'll end up with prosthetic vision, but whether it'll look like regular eyes or something like Char's mask remains to be seen.
Rather a Boer-ish name, especially given the prevalence of African references so far. Are you sure this isn't Gundam Draka?

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Chris had never been prouder to work with them, let alone be permitted to claim to lead them, but he'd overruled the motion to draw straws to do the actual dirty work. When the Imperial Army's power blocs started to move to squash this insolent independence, they'd find only a single staff officer who'd gotten too big for his britches and ordered his subordinates into compliance, rather than a full unit mutiny or some similar pretext for a crackdown.

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Tells us something about the Empire's internal politics, and the people who serve it. Chris is definitely getting set up as the "sympathetic antagonist" here.

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"Yeah. No encryption, just basic internal passwords. But as far's I can tell without tangling with those, it's got everything - research work, personal files, security calls and responses... everything."

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Ooooo, shiny. Of course, a competently-run security apparatus will minimize the usefulness of the security-related data, but still...
And the mysterious unidentifiable system aboard the Gundam? Some hints *must* be in that database somewhere...
I'd swap "plumbing" for "bathroom" in the suit descriptions, myself.

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'to liberate the colonies from the burden of Earth's past hatreds and vendettas,'

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Mm. Utopian, aren't we? Ah, well, I'm the reader, I can afford to be cynical. Still, this is another insightful tidbit about the underlying causes of the rebellion, without resorting to infodumpage.

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"And far's I can tell he's right. You watch your pretty ass, though, lady - I can't make heads or tails of half his innards and I just do not trust a Terran to handle dust right."

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Eh, *Lunar* dust is the real nasty. Mars dust shouldn't really be any harder to handle than Earth dust. But far be it from a self-respecting mechanic to let that little fact stop him from asserting his territorial prerogatives...

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"I'll be careful," she promised, and hit the key and hung on as the wince yanked her off her feet and up to the cockpit ledge. In this position she had to squeeze up along the short ladder in a narrow access way to reach the front and main opening of the cockpit sphere - as designed, it was stable and level with the ground, completely insulated from the attitude of the machine it was mounted to. Ana'd memorized the override to that function - it might be useful for pilot comfort, but in a fight the disconnect between her inner ear and the feedback she'd be getting from her suit would be nauseating, at best.

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Makes sense in every respect. I suspect that the sphere might end up being one of those brilliant ideas that end up having more drawbacks than benefits in the long run, but that's neither her nor there right now.

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"I'll be careful," she promised, and hit the key and hung on as the wince

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winch

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link her pressure suit's electronic's to

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electronics, no apostrophe.

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as the MS computer synchronized with and started to take inputs from her braintop. When her vision had cleared and she could let her breath out again, they had edited the mobile suit's cockpit out of her field of view and replaced it with a detailed construction of what was being fed in from the two main cameras. Combined with the force-sensor feedback from the chassis, the illusion that she was suddenly twelve meters tall and kneeling bent-over on the front of a child's toy wagon was almost irresistable.

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Not something we've ever seen in a Gundam universe, AFAICR. Though how your average canonical Gundam pulls off all those melee maneuvers with just joysticks and pedals is a heck of a question...
What "chassis"? Is she sitting in a pilot's seat, or in some kind of Gunbuster-esque full-body frame? The cockpit interior description could use just a bit more fleshing out, IMO.
I guess next chapter we get to the Good Stuff -- MECHA FIGHT SCENES!!!