[RFC] Being You is Deculture
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[RFC] Being You is Deculture
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As for the Jack Ryan issue, it could be young Jack. Junior went agency as well and continues things so he would probably be the right age
Wolf wins every fight but the one where he dies, fangs locked around the throat of his opponent.
Currently writing BROBd 
As far as Jack Ryan goes, he does have a son.
RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
08-10-2018, 08:03 AM (This post was last modified: 08-10-2018, 08:03 AM by classicdrogn.)
Something I just remembered - Not sure if it's canon or just Robotech/Palladium bullshit, but the game books list rescue helicopters among the Macross's complement. This is stupid. Even when you're in atmo, load up a VT-1D with a centerline cargo pod like the one used for Jenius spawn #1 in the mission to the factory satellite but fitted like an air ambulance and have a medic in the second seat, and G can handle any VTOL needs while J gets you there and back fast, and you have energy-conversion armor and a possible escort of combat-fitted Valkyries to ward off further enemy action. In vacuum, well, I don't have to say anything about using helicopters there, I'm sure.
(checks) Ah, yeah, the Siokorvsky Sea Sergeant - they only actually appear in Ep2, sent out to scout the battlepod forces and the one shown making contact getting shot down. The thing I remembered being a wallbanger was from a different fanfic set during the reconstruction, where the MC's wingman gets shot down and he loiters around fighting off malcontents but has to leave because rescue helis can't get through the hostile airspace, despite being in a variable fighter himself. Goddamn but did that ever make me want to strangle the author, considering the events of the very first episodes of Macross with Minmei first getting picked up by Hikaru and then the both of them in the nose of the 1D carried back by Roy. Judging one fanfic by another is of course silly, but please, please learn from the older one's mistakes. (08-10-2018, 08:03 AM)classicdrogn Wrote: Something I just remembered - Not sure if it's canon or just Robotech/Palladium bullshit, but the game books list rescue helicopters among the Macross's complement. This is stupid. Even when you're in atmo, load up a VT-1D with a centerline cargo pod like the one used for Jenius spawn #1 in the mission to the factory satellite but fitted like an air ambulance and have a medic in the second seat, and G can handle any VTOL needs while J gets you there and back fast, and you have energy-conversion armor and a possible escort of combat-fitted Valkyries to ward off further enemy action. In vacuum, well, I don't have to say anything about using helicopters there, I'm sure. Oh, of course. For me, the rescue helicopters never really entered into the picture - I honestly figured they'd been dispatched from the airfield and not the SDF-1 itself. Although I think that helicopters upgraded with Overtechnology would still have their uses - a lot cheaper than a Valkyrie, and cheaper to maintain and operate than older helicopters without Overtech. I can see them still being used in a lot of civilian work.
The muse was finally cooperative enough that I was able to scrape this together overnight, but it feels pretty haphazard to me. Also pretty sure it's riddled with all kinds of grammatical glitches and weird spelling errors. While the proofread is appreciated, I really need a solid critique on this one.
The next day, we, the so-called Shadow Cabal, all sat together in the meeting lounge in my C-Space, watching the live feed from the UN General Assembly Hall in Geneva. The meeting had been called to order, and Lord Maistroff made his presentation Utter pandemonium ensued. That was the only way to describe it. There were even a few fist fights that broke out, and among the Southeast Asian contingent there had even been a couple of shoes thrown. In case you don’t get how bad that is, to Muslims it’s the equivalent of throwing a paper bag packed to the gills with dogshit because they feel that the bottoms of your feet are among the filthiest things. Pleasant, huh? Slowly, and with much pounding of the gavel, the General Assembly was brought back into order and things started happening VERY fast. First and foremost was the declaration of a world-wide state of emergency, a motion that passed without any dissension whatsoever. With that, a freeze on all prices was instated with an eye towards future nationalization of all useful equipment and goods that would be needed to build emergency shelters. The next item was something that came as a bit of a shock for us. The entirety of the UN Spacey’s High Command was immediately placed on suspension pending a full review of their activities as well as investigations into each individual under suspicion of corruption. In the meantime, an interim staff was hurriedly assembled by way of rapid-fire nominations and votes. Finally, there came what to do about us in particular. “The Chair recognizes the right honorable Lord Maistroff in regards to the disposition of the Citizens currently on board the SDF-1 Macross.” “Thank you, Chairman. Ladies, Gentlemen: it has come to our attention that the survivors of the South Ataria Island Incident are all aboard the SDF-1. Due to the promptness of the civilian evacuation to the emergency shelters on the island and said shelters’ air-tightness, the vast majority of those civilians survived and have rebuilt their city within the confines of the Super-Dimensional Fortress.” That caused a wave of murmuring to break out and ripple through the General Assembly. The gavel was pounded once again, and Lord Maistroff went on. “Now, I understand that the first instinct some may have in regards to this matter is to bring our people back home to terra firma. However, we are very much in the cross hairs here on Earth. That being the case, I would like to put forward a motion that we not only keep the civilians aboard the SDF-1, but that we also send any family these people have to be with them.” “Hmmm,” said Captain Gloval thoughtfully as we watched this all unfold. “What is it you Americans say? ‘Guess who’s coming to dinner’ is it? We are certainly going to have our hands full in the near future.” Of course, that wasn’t the end of the thing. We watched long enough for them to hammer out a few more details, like having the SDF-1 be fully repaired in as short of a time as possible, and then also have the ship made into a sort of cultural arc - every major museum on Earth was to have their exhibits packed up and we were to go and pick them up in a whirlwind tour of the world. That, as well as the families of the civilians on board, plus a number of scientists, engineers, technicians, and even singers, actors, and artists... I had a bad feeling about that. It was almost like as if they were preparing for us to go and find another world to colonize. But at that point, we turned off the monitor and went into discussing what we had just seen. We had a long road ahead of us. ## Later, I sat tiredly at my desk in the barracks. Everything with Minmei had simply sucked all the energy out of me. But even so, there were letters to be read. It was time to face the music. --- Quote:My Dearest Garrick, -- Quote:To My Own: -- Quote:Dear Garrick, -- Quote:My Dear Gar-kun, -- Quote:To my Faithful Student: -- Quote:Garrick: ## Captain Gloval went on the air along with the Mayor to personally deliver the bad news: No one was going home. But instead, families would have the opportunity to be reunited as the residence of Macross City had been given the right to call for their next of kin. That bad news did cause a great deal of dissent, but the rank and file knew what was up once the Mayor explained the situation. But the thought that people could invite their families over brightened many moods. Two days later, the SDF-1 was a swarming hive of activity. Overtech-enhanced C-130’s, An-22’s, BAe 146’s, and Shaanxi Y-8’s made continuous take-offs and landings on the deck of the Prometheus. The massive flight deck of the carrier ensured there was enough room for all three operations to take place at once. Tanker aircraft also made regular rotations on the flight deck to refuel the airlift planes while they were unloaded at a frenetic pace. Sometimes this took a bit longer because some airlift planes were designated to be reloaded with the relatively useless crap that had sat in the cargo holds from even before the ship had crashed on Earth. Along with the supplies and repair parts, there were also scientists, engineers, and technicians. All of them the foremost experts of Overtechnology on Earth - they even brought with them a good deal of pre- and postgraduate students. Not only was it seen as for the best that the next generation of Overtechnology experts be on board, but this was also the best opportunity for them to gain practical experience as they all immediately became drones working to repair the ship. And once again, all hell broke loose. Kamjin was not going to settle for anything less than our complete destruction, even if it meant flagrantly disobeying orders. Which meant he was now on his way down in his own assault landing ship with enough Regults and Gnerls to take us out in one go. Cargo aircraft inbound were waved off, and the ones on-deck had to drop everything they were doing and get the hell out of dodge so we could sortie. After everything that had been going on, it felt good to be back in the cockpit again. Minmei was still angry with me, but the sudden action gave me the impetus I needed to put her in the back of my mind. I was not about to let myself get shot down because I was moping over girl trouble. ## Meanwhile, Azonia was not about to let Kamjin’s disobedience go unpunished. Though as a reward, she was allowing Millia Fallina certain liberties. “Attention all Aviatrices,” said Millia coolly over the tectical net. “Engage Kamjin’s units. Ignore the Micronians unless they engage you first. I have my own objectives.” ## So far, things had been pretty standard for one of Kamjin’s assaults, save for his assault ship hanging back and taking potshots at the SDF-1. I had been working through the field with Hayao while keeping an eye out for Kamjin when I suddenly saw the distant shapes coming in out of the blue. “Gunsight, Red-2 Skull! Alert! Quedlunn Rau inbound! DO NOT ENGAGE! I REPEAT DO NOT ENGAGE! They’re here to round up Kamjin’s forces!” “Red-2 Skull, Gunsight copies. All units, Gunsight, do not engage the battle suits that have just entered the combat zone. Regard them as friendly units. IFF data update in progress.” “Christ on a crutch!” cried out Max as the Rau units swept through and began to engage Kamjin’s forces. Right away, a sea of red blips turned blue. “Gunsight to all units: disengage when possible and fall back to defensive line two. Hold position in GERWALK mode unless engaged by the enemy.” We all started to act on those orders when suddenly the radar lock alarm screamed in my ears. Without really thinking about it, I went evasive, snapping into GERWALK and popping flares and chaff as I did so. And then her voice came on over the radio. “Well done, Garrick Grimm,” said Milia Fallyna. “You at least know the basics of evasion.” “Dammit, Millia!” I snarled as I dodged her canon fire. I went into Batroid and decided to show her why the GU-16 was never to be underestimated. “You’re not supposed to be fighting us!” “This is different, Micronian,” she replied, the grin audible in her voice, as she twisted her craft gracefully, making it difficult for me to lead her with my gun. “I have special permission from Commander Azonia. Just this once~. Now where is that friend of yours, hmmm? The one that has the blue unit markings?~ Oh, here he comes now~. Do not interfere, Micronian, or else I’ll skewer you like an eel. Tell me, blue-haired Micronian, what is your name.” “Maximilian Jenius. It’s a pleasure to make you’re acquaintance, Miss Fallyna.” “Just shut up and fight, Micronian.” “...As you wish~.” If we weren’t in the middle of a pitched battle, just about everyone on the tac-net, myself included, would have just about died laughing right then and there. As it was, Max had just earned himself a double-dose of razzing once this was all over. “Robber, do we assist?” asked Fuzzy. “No, she’s way too good, even for me. Mother, think you can keep the rest of the kiddies off their backs?” “They will if they know what’s good for them. Even if Max is in danger here, I don’t want to lose any more men.” However, that didn’t mean I had any time to relax as an all-too-familiar Glaug managed to break free of the scrum and made a beeline straight for me. “SHIT!” I cried out as I went evasive once more. “Fuckin’ A! Gunsight, Red-2 Skull! Been engaged by enemy command unit! Extreme danger! Keep the rookies away!” And then at long last I got to hear his voice. It was every bit as arrogant and sneering as it sounded in the anime. “So we meet again, Micronian Hero.” “Hello Kamjin,” I said as I went into Battroid to try and outmaneuver him and get a bead on him with my gun. “I don’t suppose you can tell your men to pull back so you and I can have a proper duel?” “Now how could I be so selfish? My men need the exercise, and what better way than by destroying you and your pathetic little ship?” “Sounds to me like someone is overcompensating for something.” “... I have no idea what that is supposed to mean, Micronian, but I will make you pay regardless!” “Hey asshole,” came Roy’s voice all the sudden. “Over here!” “ROY NO!” I cried out in horror as he suddenly engaged Kamjin at point-blank range. And then the worst thing happened. In retrospect, it was a beautiful bit of piloting. Kamjin is truly a skilled pilot. In one fluid motion, he evaded Roy’s charge, dropping just under his Valkyrie, and then fired directly into his midships. Roy Fokker’s Valkyrie exploded into a million smoldering fragments, though the cockpit and nose section were somewhat intact. That went flipping end-over-end down to the ocean below. “GUNSIGHT, RED-ONE SKULL!” came Hikaru’s voice on the priority channel, “BLACK-ONE IS DOWN! REPEAT, BLACK-ONE IS DOWN! RED-ONE IS ASSUMING COMMAND!” “Red-one Skull, Gunsight... ac... Acknowledged. All units, Gunsight, Black-One Skull is down, command transferred to Red-One Skull.” Kamjin laughed over the public net. “There now, Micronian Hero. With the riffraff out of the way, we can have a proper du-GYAH!!!” “COME AND GET SOME, ASSHOLE!!!” I screamed as I shoved my GU-16 into the Glaug’s underbelly and gave Kamjin the same treatment he gave Roy. Kamjin had better reflexes and avoided the worst of it, but the HE round still exploded in the side of his unit, making it into a ruin. He bailed out of his dying craft immediately, plunging into the ocean... ...and then making his way to the SDF-1 where he began to climb up the hull. This was.... interesting because they hadn’t had the chance to transform the ship. Not with all the repair crews busily working at the inner workings where most of the transformation would take effect. If his assault ship charged, then performing the Daedalus Maneuver may be problematic. “All units, Cradle Robber... Kamjin is mine. Nobody fucking touches him.” A wave of sober acknowledgments followed as I descended to the SDF-1’s hull where Kamjin was just getting to his feet. “NO GUNS,” I called out, tossing my GU-16 aside. “NO MISSILES.” The few I carried were jettisoned, dropping to the deck. “JUST A GOOD OLD FASHIONED MUTHERFUCKING BEATDOWN!” I opened with a left cross, but Kamjin caught it and slugged my Valkyrie in the cockpit, jarring me horribly, making my video feed judder, and making a spiderweb of cracks appear in the canopy glass. I returned the favor by grabbing the hand that held my fist, twisting around and throwing Kamjin over my Valkyrie’s shoulder, slamming the Zentran down hard on the armored deck plates. I the went to stomp on his face, but he rolled out of the way. The horrified look on his face was satisfying, though not for long as he grabbed that leg and pulled it out from under me. Suddenly he was over me trying to do an elbow drop, but like him I rolled away. However, I upped the ante by grabbing his head and slamming it down into the deck plates several times before he punched my Valkyrie in the side, knocking me over. Kamjin was stunned, though. He stumbled around as he tried to get his eyes to focus while his nose bled freely. I wasn’t gonna let him off easy as I clutched my Valkyrie’s fists together and delivered a vicious Polish Hammer to his crown, dropping him to the deck. And then it was all over for Kamjin. I flipped him over, straddled him, and began wailing on his face until the blood began to spatter. “GARRICK THAT’S ENOUGH!” came a voice in my headset, shocking me out of my trance. I stood my Valkyrie up and to my surprise, Max and Millia were there in their respective units, ready to stop me if I did anything untoward. Around them, a large number of Quedlun Rau, Regults, and Valkyries all hovered in place while the Gnerls circled overhead. No one said a word. “It’s over, Robber,” said Max. “They’re going back.” I stared in surprise at this weird tableau before me. “Weren’t you two fighting before?” I asked in puzzlement. Max and Millia both looked at each other and I could almost see the two shrugging at each other in their cockpits. “Once you two started duking it out, you pretty much stole the show.” “Indeed,” confirmed Millia. “I have never seen a warrior close with their enemy and fight in such a manner. It was... both frightening and fascinating.” There was a beat that passed after that as we all considered her words. Millia then went on, “We will withdraw now, provided you let us take Kamjin with us. He has much to answer for, though I suspect that the humiliation he just suffered at your hands will make for a significant portion of his punishment.” “Take him,” I said, turning away, not wanting to watch them go. “Just make sure he doesn’t mess around with me or my friends ever again.” “Understood,” said Millia. “However, know that I am not yet satisfied with my standing between myself and Maximillian Jenius. He and I will meet again on the field of battle... However, unlike Kamjin I will not involve anyone else.” “... As long as Max is fine with it.” “...I had fun,” said Max somewhat plaintively. “YOU HAD FUN!?” cried out Millia in shock. “I have been fighting you with every bit of my skill and experience, and you ‘HAD FUN’!?” “Uhm... yes?” said Max lamely. Millia could not say anything for several seconds and I knew without a doubt that she was seething in outrage. However, she eventually managed to form coherent words again. “The only reason I do not strike you down right now, Micronian,” seethed Millia over the radio, “is because we havle already agreed to withdraw. But rest assured, the next time we meet, your life will be mine!” “Only if I get to have yours as well,” he fired back with a grin evident in his voice. Millia started at that so badly that it showed through her Rau’s movements. Without another word, she picked up Kamjin like a sack of potatoes and took off. With that, the rest of the Zentradi units dispersed - the Gnerls and Regults retreating to the assault ship before it took off itself, and the Quedlun Rau boosting up into orbit. “Gunsight, All units: Return to base.” ## We all waited in the hospital an hour later. Roy had been recovered fairly quickly, but word was that he was pretty badly messed up. And while I was sure that Claudia had yet to prepare her ‘famous’ pineapple salad, I was still worried if this was where Roy would leave us. Suddenly, a nurse came out, still wearing her mask, but pulling it down since she was already devoid of her gloves. “He’s not out of the woods just yet, but we’re sure he’s going to make it,” she said, causing us all to celebrate in our own quite ways, though Claudia sobbed in relief on Misa’s shoulder. The nurse, though, held up a hand to forestall anything else. “There is a problem, though.” “What’s that?” I asked as we all blinked at her in worried anticipation. “A piece of shrapnel severed his left sciatic nerve. While we can repair the damage, it’s not likely he will ever gain full use of his left leg again. “I am sorry to say this, but Roy Fokker’s piloting days are over.” ## When I got back to my room at the barracks, I could only slump in my chair and leaned all the way back with my eyes closed. Already the consequences of the day’s actions were spreading like radioactive fallout. Hikaru had been given a metoric field promotion to Lieutenant-Commander pending time in grade and placed in charge of Skull Squadron. He was now Black-one and getting indocced for the job by Captain Duke. I did not envy him much for how suddenly this new job had been thrust upon him. Max and I had been given field promotions as well to Lieutenants and each placed in command of a wing - Max to Blue Wing and myself Gold Wing. Additionally, the squadrons had been consolidated into one, and we’d been reinforced with three new squadrons: The Wolves, The Ravens, and The Reapers. Each one was a veteran squadrons from the last gasps of the Anti-UN War, and thoroughly trained and drilled. No more green pilots dropping like flies for us. With Skull Squadron now comprising mostly of people who, through natural selection, had proven to be the best pilots, our fighting forces would be formidable. And it wasn’t only the Valkyrie squadrons. Destroid Platoons began arriving. Again, veteran units only. No room for tenderfoots here. And on top of that we received a massive surplus of Valkyries, Destroids, and parts for all of them that began to fill our cargo holds until they started having to stack Destroids and Valkyries on top of each other. Supplies began to pour in as well. More holds were converted to deep freezers to hold all the perishables. We were taking on way more supplies than we’d need for even a population double of what we had for a year. So much that it honestly began to make people wonder. And then came the biggest surprise of all: A brand new fold drive straight from the shipyards on Luna. And the day that arrived, Captain Gloval called a meeting of the Shadow Cabal. He had news for us. ## We were all pensive as we nursed cups of coffee, waiting for the Commodore to show up. People would, from time to time, look to the spot where Roy would stretch out in the plush leather sofa, enjoying the depth of the seat and relaxing as he took in all the discussions in a lackadaisical air. We had been assured that Roy was recovering quite well from his surgery, but was in a medically induced coma so he could properly heal from the various shrapnel wounds he’d suffered. Eventually, Captain Gloval did show up, and he did not seem happy in the least. “Gentlemen. Ladies. Please be seated.” Right away, he began to fill his pipe with tobacco and light it, talking as he did so. “As some of you may know, we have received the fold drive that had been originally slated for the SDF-2. It has been modified to fit perfectly into the original fold drive’s place. We will no longer need to reconfigure the ship in order to fire the main gun. But most importantly, if this new drive works, it will mean that we can leave the solar system should we so choose.” “You don’t mean...” said Misa slowly. But the captain nodded. “It is final contingency. We are taking on all of Earth’s cultural treasures. All the music, art, films, and theater. All the important scientists and engineers. And as many civilians and their next of kin that we can pack in. “People, this is the Mayflower Contingency,” said the Captain as he at last dropped a sheath of papers with red stamps reading ‘EYES ONLY’ and the heading on the cover reading ‘MAYFLOWER CONTINGENCY’. “We have just been made into a colony ship.” ## As the SDF-1 picked up and moved, massive construction efforts on the interior took place. Cargo holds got converted into civilian housing and emergency shelters. The shopping and entertainment districts began to grow and expand. And people began showing up. In the meantime, though, filming began for the first episode of the film serial, The Adventures of Anjin Miura. It wasn’t going to only tell the story of how Anjin-san came to be a hatamoto in service to the Tokugawa Shogunate, but also of the adventures that came after. Minmei was to play the role of Fujiko, the Geisha-turned-courtesan. It was honestly a lot more fun than I thought it would be. ONce I got used to the idea of forgetting my lines, I’d just milk it for all it was worth turning serious scenes into hilarious gags that had the entire set crew cracking up. Even Minmei, with her ire towards me, wasn’t immune and soon cracked and even began making gags herself every time she flubbed. After filming was done for the day, she and I sat together in companionable silence. “I’m sorry about all this,” I said quietly. “Are you?” asked Minmei - I could practically hear how she raised her eyebrow from her tone of voice. “I am. I’ll promise you this much: I won’t cause you any grief over your cousin.” “No more badmouthing him?” I sighed. “No. I won’t.” “Good. Now just so you know, this doesn’t mean things between you and I are automatically better. I’m going to need time to trust you again.” “As you wish,” I said. “By the way, my family sent more letters for you.” “Really?” said Minmei, her tone now worried. “It’s alright. They’re disappointed, but they understand. It’s a pretty scary thing. But even so, they want to share things with you. Tell you more about what they are, where they live, and what they’ve seen.” “For real?” “For real.” “Alright. But I’ll read them by myself. You’ll have to make an actual copy of them.” “As you wish.” ## The next day had an unwelcome surprise as I went to visit the Nyan-nyan for dinner. Animated chatter in mandarin drifted out through the doors as they parted way for me. At first, I had no idea what was going on, but then as I entered it became clear as day. Minmei’s parents. And Lynn Kaifun. They all glared at me, and right away I had no stomach for this. “I’ll return later,” I said diplomatically. “No,” said Minmei father. “You will come in here and sit. There are things we need to discuss.” I said nothing, only giving Minmei a long-suffering look, but she only held the barest amount of pity for me in her eyes. “This is how things will be from now on, Mr. Grimm. From this point forward, Minmei will not be permitted to spend time with you unless you are being chaperoned by either myself or Kaifun. And before you ask, my wife has no stomach for this, and my brother and sister-in-law are opposed to the idea. However, Minmei is my daughter, and therefore still my responsibility. Not yours. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Grimm.” “Abundantly Mr. Lynn,” I stated flatly. “Good. Now are you staying in or what?” I looked to Minmei in askance and her eyes said it all - No, things are strained badly enough as is. “I’ll take my leave,” I stated. But before I left, I gave Minmei a hug that she returned and reluctantly let me go. I left the Nyan-nyan without another word, uncertain how long it would be hostile territory for me. Yep. Still dragging the thing with Minmei and Garrick out~. 
Adding everybody's relatives to Macross City, eh? I hope nobody's claustrophobic... because, ultimately, isn't everybody related to everybody else? Can the Macross hold billions of people? (And if a line is drawn somewhere, then whoever's just barely on the "wrong" side of the line will complain.)
I'm not sure that moving so many cultural treasures onto the Macross is a good idea. Yes, they need to be kept safe, but that can be done in the shelters where they'll help to boost the morale of the people taking shelter. There's also the argument of culture not being culture unless it's in a cultural context... but Macross II did show us a "Culture Park" filled with random culture, so context might not be important in the Macross world. And who takes a big stack of paintings, or any other "non-essentials", along on a colonization trip? Digital data, music, anything that can be replicated without affecting the original? Sure, take it along if there's room. Unique pieces? Taking those would be robbing Earth to pay the Macross. As for Kaifun, would one of Garrick's ladies think to suggest they face off in Kaifun's preferred arena - a debate? It would be risky for Garrick, but if he could pull it off, it might help restore Minmei's opinion of him. (Kaifun's opinion won't shift, of course; Garrick is trying to take the place by Minmei's side that Kaifun believes is his.) So... Roy's fated to stop flying, no matter what? Such is life.
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RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
09-01-2018, 11:37 PM (This post was last modified: 09-01-2018, 11:38 PM by classicdrogn.)
So Yuki looks like this?
![[Image: Funahoyoung.jpg]](https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/tenchi/images/0/08/Funahoyoung.jpg) Quote: “NO GUNS,” I called out, tossing my GU-16 aside. “NO MISSILES.” The few I carried were jettisoned, dropping to the deck. “JUST A GOOD OLD FASHIONED MUTHERFUCKING BEATDOWN!”This sounds like you're just ASKING for trouble with that unexploded ordnance, even if it's not supposed to be armed when you drop them. Maybe switch the porder, so you can drop the missiles while stioll over the water, then toss the gun to the deck as you touch down? Also, either Hikaru personally going or (since he's now in comand and has to keep his mind on the whole situation) a wingman or two should be immediately ordered to try to catch the wreck of Roy's valk, or at least dive after the cockpit - whether it sinks immediately or has enough bouyancy from trapped air to float for a few minutes, he's got a good chance of having survived even that since the nose section specifically did stay intact. (Your own plans for him aside, as the characters can only act on the knowledge they currently have, and VFs being rated for a few minutes of underwater operation is one of the things they most certainly should know.) Yes, it's mentioned he's been recovered right after the fight, but soldiers aren't prone to fucking around waiting for someone else to help when there's a man down. Whole lotta "As you wish" going on in here. You know what they say those words actually mean...  I'm also not sure about the idea of moving all the artifacts people can pack up aboard - not because they can't be returned if it turns out to be unnecessary, but because it's opening up to a whole lot of risk of incidental damage or theft in transit or storage, filing errors seeing them misplaced, legal challenges to the ownership of some things retrieved in colonial periods or wartime since they're being moved anyway, etc. Reinforcing some old deep-shaft mines into bunkers and stashing them with the facility staff as caretakers seems a lot more reasonable, though I suppose bunker space is going to be at a premium for Earth's population and the supplies to feed them, while the ship is accepting a much more limited number of people. Still, I'd expect climate-regulated volume to be more precious aboard than on the planet, if only because there's vastly more volume to go around on earth and plenty of hands that'll be willing to work to dig and build if it means they or a loved one will get a reserved place later. For that matter, are there any more Daedalus-class submersible assault ships around? Even if they can't go to deep, just being away from land and under enough water to hide them from sensors might keep them from being targeted in a bombardment, and even if not it's at least a better chance than being on the surface somewhere, fort hem and as many folks as they can keep supplied for whatever the expected duration required would be. With little things like "budgets" and "labor shortage" wiped away by an extinction-event inspired crash building program, at least a few of them might be gotten seaworthy if not combat capable from scratch, even if there aren't any more currently sailing or in progress. Quote:“It is final contingency.Typo, or Gloval's English slipping a little from distress? It was the only issue that really jumped out at me that way. If it is intentional, perhaps mention his usually slight accent also being more pronounced, as a sign that even his normally unflappable nature is getting tested.
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Okay, so valid points everywhere. Thank you ever so much, and if anyone else notices something, then please, by all means speak up.
Alright, some explanations... Regarding rescuing Roy, I was going to have it that Hayao was the one to do that - it just gets missed in the more immediate action of Garrick vs Kamjin. I'll just throw in a mention of background chatter to that effect. Regarding Roy's Sciatic Nerve... I actually did a bit of quick research on this one. I already knew that an injury that cripples one leg would make it difficult for Roy to pilot - this is different from other pilots who've had prosthetic legs in the sense that he will have little control over it in the immediate term and won't be able to work the rudder pedals for a long time. And I mean it when I said I did my homework. Here's the Sciatic Nerve: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sciatic_nerve And here's all that Roy will be losing with that nerve: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posterior_...ent_of_leg https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterior_c...ent_of_leg https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lateral_co...ent_of_leg He may be able to walk again with the help of a brace, but really, his days in the cockpit are over. Unless someone REALLY gets busy on the neural control system. At the very least, it beats the hell out of being dead. And Hikaru winds up becoming the next leader of Skull Squadron. I'll think about revising the bit where Garrick jettisoned his missiles... or maybe redo the fight so that Kamjin tries to take advantage of them. Okay, point taken on the whole cultural treasures thing. I'll go ahead and nix that part - instead they'll just be buried in underground caches. This will free up more cargo spaces for conversion into residential blocks. And as for the civilian families... I guess I should have been more specific: only the next of kin of people who were already on the SDF-1. That is parents, children, and siblings. Yes, that would mean that a sibling that has a family of their own would get to bring them along, but only their spouse and children. No in-laws. That said, there's going to be A LOT of children running around. Fortunately, they'll get just enough elderly that know just how to handle them... and also happen to be repositories of skills, lore, and history. Though exceptions would be made for people that have substantial experience in a field that would be instrumental in helping Humanity re-establish itself in a worse case scenario. Regarding other Daedalus and Prometheus class ships... From what I was given to understand, the both of them were the first of their kind, not counting the Anti-UN subs that can launch the SV-51's like ballistic missiles. That said, I would expect only one or two each to be operational at this time, and maybe three or four others still under construction. Regarding Yuki's appearance... Heh! Not quite busty! You have to bear in mind, Funaho was about 16-17 years old then. Besides, I'm going to have it be that Yuki will be one of the more diminutive members of Garricks Wives. She won't mind one bit as a smaller frame is better for the sort of fighting she'll be doing. And if anyone teases her about her lack of cleavage, she'll simply perform some acrobatics that would leave a more well-endowed woman... discombobulated. "For the record, I had no difficulty at all feeding my children with these. Except that unlike yours, mine don't get in my way." Otherwise, there will be some similarities there... but the big one will be the eyes. Yuki will have the amethyst-eyes that are practically the trademark of the Masaki Clan. Regarding Garrick using "As You Wish"... Heh-heh-heh. Minmei hasn't noticed it yet because she's still pissed off. But later when she does realize it, she's gonna kick herself. Regarding debating with Kamjin... Nah. That's a no win scenario there. Even if Garrick were to systematically destroy Kaifun, I doubt that there's any way to do it without upsetting Minmei. Not until she finally sees him for what he is. And the only thing that's going to convince her is if she sees, in real life, just how effective Kamjin's worldview is when it seems the universe has gone all "Big Trouble in Little China" on him. Oh, and just one little aside. All this time I've been misspelling Clan Amaki's name. It's not Amake. I noticed this when looking at the kanji for all the other names of the Royal Houses, and each of them have the Kanji for Tree (Ki) for the second character at the end. The only one we don't see this scheme followed is Ai's family name in Ai Tenchi Muyo - and that was arguably not Kajishima-sensei's work. So, if Garrick's family name were to fit better into the grand scheme of things, he would need a family name to suit. I've done a little bit of work far (using the code insert tool because of the nice fixed character width): Code: 怒木 Ikaki AngerThoughts? I'm kinda partial to Meiki. Kuroki and Ikaki are pretty straightforward, too... But Kashikoki... That is just plain cool.
RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
09-02-2018, 12:49 PM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2018, 12:52 PM by classicdrogn.)
Not just Gar who was "as you wish"-ing there
Debating with Kamjin? Garrick already did that, using the language of shonen! We'll have to see if Kamjin understood the message from his heart that was written with his fists, of course. Yes, I know you meant Kaifun, but "misunderstanding" was funnier. All is for my lols. Meiki stuck out to me too as having a nice sound to it with a meaning that's not too overt-evil or mixed message like "Dead Tree" for a bunch of Juraians. Nanki is kind of nifty too, but Meiki would be my first pick.
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Oopsie.
I agree on the clan name. I could see "Shiki" as the assumed name of the last survivor of a once-great clan of Jurai, but not as an active clan.
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Rob Kelk Sticks and stones can break your bones, But words can break your heart. - unknown (09-02-2018, 12:49 PM)classicdrogn Wrote: Not just Gar who was "as you wish"-ing there Ah yes. Max too. He's already falling for her even though he knows she's 'the enemy'. (09-02-2018, 12:49 PM)classicdrogn Wrote: Debating with Kamjin? Garrick already did that, using the language of shonen! We'll have to see if Kamjin understood the message from his heart that was written with his fists, of course. Yes, I know you meant Kaifun, but "misunderstanding" was funnier. All is for my lols. (09-02-2018, 01:07 PM)robkelk Wrote: Oopsie. D'OH! (09-02-2018, 12:49 PM)classicdrogn Wrote: Meiki stuck out to me too as having a nice sound to it with a meaning that's not too overt-evil or mixed message like "Dead Tree" for a bunch of Juraians. Nanki is kind of nifty too, but Meiki would be my first pick. (09-02-2018, 01:07 PM)robkelk Wrote: I agree on the clan name. I could see "Shiki" as the assumed name of the last survivor of a once-great clan of Jurai, but not as an active clan. Garrick Meiki-Jyurai it is.  I'll go through and retcon later, but in-setting this won't be a thing until Garrick produces a Lighthawk Wing for the first time, thus necessitating the new house.
RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
09-03-2018, 02:17 AM (This post was last modified: 09-03-2018, 02:19 AM by classicdrogn.)
Didn't he do a LHW already, to cut off Boldolza's hand, and again to show Azonia how he dooed it?
Of course, it would probably need to be done in person for the new house to be formed - can't just take anybody's word for it that they totally made a Light Hawk Wing, no matter how persuasively they write about it in a letter.
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It happened back in Equestria when he faced off with Tirek. He used it to shield-bash him silly so Twilight could get a moment to herself.
As for word... The word they have is that of Tsunami's since Katherine reported directly to her when it happened. Gonna have to write up that particular letter at some point in time because it's gonna be fun to see Tsunami's reaction.
Been looking at the characters from Robotech Battlecry.
It's gonna take some work for certain, but I'm pretty sure I can 'port over' the characters. I had one hilarious thought: Since Jack Archer and his friends weren't along for the ride and thus missed out on Garrick's utterly viral act of giving people 'call signs', they're in for some real humiliation! Not sure about Izzy's and Hiro's just yet.... But Jack? Heeeee..... He will get saddled with GAAP - Generic American/Anime Protagonist. When he starts making disgruntled noises, Garrick will threaten him with the even more humiliating name, 'Hair Spray' because of his gravity defying bangs. GAAP quickly subsides, having seen reason. Any other ideas?
RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
09-04-2018, 04:16 AM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2018, 04:20 AM by classicdrogn.)
Can't hepl you this time, I never played it to know them - the VF-1 is my least favorite Macross unit, and having "Robotech" on the case is a big nope anyway, since it would mean supporting Harmony Gold's questionably legal claim to the trademarks.
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Well, at any rate I'll need to sit down and write up new characters regardless. I need Garrick's, Hikaru's, and Max's new wingmen so I'm gonna be looking at characters from Top Gun and Wing Commander.
(And while I'm at it I should probably fill out the squadrons entirely. Now that they won't be dropping like flies, I can actually invest in the characters some.) Any others I should look at?
Hm, well, the kids from [b]Iron Eagle[/i] would probably have been Unification War vets like Roy if they stayed the same ages, but they could easily be shifted into place if you prefer. Though forget having that callsign, if the Iron Eagle incident happened at all (and they're y'know, present to be in the story rather than languishing in the lowest darkest cells of a military prison somewhere) it would absolutely be Rustler or Lupin or Thief, something referencing having stolen an F-15 (Or VF-0?) for an unauthorized combat mission/extraction, or at best something relating to rescue dogs. I would say "Bandit" but at least according to Hollywood that's commonly used to refer to hostile aircraft in nearby airspace, and too cool anyway.
Cuckoo or Magpie, to reference birds as well as theft? Ugh, I can't brain, I was occupied earlier and it's too hot so I've only gotten about two hours of sleep. I'd say "my kingdom for an air conditioner," but if I had a kingdom climate control would be on the bloody facilities and maintenance necessities list, wunnit?
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RE: [RFC] Being You is Deculture
09-04-2018, 03:03 PM (This post was last modified: 09-04-2018, 03:05 PM by MarshalGraves.)
List of Ace Pilots from popular fiction.
Wing Commander --Lt. Christopher Blair (callsigns "Bluehair" and "Maverick", due to his signature hair color and his by-the-book flying technique) - Wing Commander PC. --Lt. Todd 'Maniac' Marshall - A laid-back, rock-and-roll veteran who somehow manages to fly like his namesake and yet be an unqualified Ace. Cares little for protocol, but respects what he views as *earned* authority. --Captain James 'Paladin' Taggart - Ace pilot with a flair for defensive flying, Paladin has never lost a wingman, and valiantly guards ejected pilots, even the enemy, with his ship. --Lt. Cdr. Jeannette 'Angel' Devereaux - Another Ace that flies defensively, Angel shines in particular out in combat away from the ship, backing her companions with her 10/10 accuracy with dumbfire missiles. Ace Combat -Wardog Squadron, the 'Demons of Razgriz' (Parenthetical names are suggestions as the canon material is lacking this information) --Captain (Nathaniel) ('Demon') Ford - Wardog Lead. Known and famed for flying and accomplishing 'impossible' sorties. Fights for what he believes in, to the utter core of his being. --Lt. Jack 'Heartbreak One' Bartlett - Wardog 1. Training instructor and Flight Leader, Heartbreak One takes a no-nonsense attitude in the air, no matter what's going on. Hates 'hot dogs', despite a tendency to be one, himself, due to his fierce patriotism. --Lt. (Johnathan) 'Blaze' (McManus) - Wardog 4. Wardog 1 and Flight Leader following Heartbreak One's death. Blaze is a 'hot dog', and constantly at odds with Heartbreak One. Despite this, each counts on the other perhaps more than anyone else in Wardog Squadron, and defend one another fiercely. Blaze earned his nickname by expending every single munition his plane carries in every mission he's ever flown, yet always maintaining a minimum 85% ammo-on-target ratio. --Ensign Kei 'Edge' Nagase - Wardog 2. A quiet, by-the-book pilot. Earned his nickname by maintaining radio silence, even in combat, putting even his allies on edge. Speaks only when spoken to. --Ensign Alvin H. 'Chopper' Davenport - Wardog 3. Fond of rap music. Ace pilot of multiple skirmishes, earned his callsign for his preference to use vulcans over missiles. --Ensign Hans 'Archer' Grimm - Wardog 4 following Heartbreak One's death. Ace pilot, deadly with missile targeting systems. Earned his callsign by taking out multiple enemy SAM sites with dumbfire missiles from over a kilometer away. I can look up more, if you want, Aero.
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Thanks guys. I really do appreciate the help. Though I think a lot of those call signs are definitely 'Too Cool' and will be getting changed.
I'd rename 'Heartbreak One' to 'Mule' because he's apparently as stubborn and ornery as said animal. 'Edge' would be the short version of his name, the longer one being 'Edgelord'. 'Paladin' would probably wind up being called 'Geneva' because of how he'll look after downed enemy pilots. 'Maniac'.... 'Showboat' for obvious reasons. 'Bluehair'.... 'AJ' for 'A.J. Squared Away'. 'Angel' winds up being called 'Detour' because she's caused at least two accidents on the flight line from people rubbernecking her as she walked by. 'Blaze' becomes 'Fire Sale' because 'Everything Must Go'. 'Archer' becomes 'Weasel' for being so good at 'Wild Weasel'. ....Captain Ford will get to rejoice in the moniker 'Cockroach' because they haven't come up with a mission that would kill him yet. (Inspired by that one scene from Apocalypse Now... You know the one. )'Chopper' will be called 'Cowboy' because of how that would offend the fuck out of his hip-hop sensibilities and his reliance on bullets rather than missiles. 'Maverick' (Top Gun) will be known as 'Mouth' because of how he manages to talk himself out of the trouble he gets into. 'Goose'.... No change there, but instead of a back-seater, he'll be Mouth's wingman. 'Iceman' is way too cool. Let's call him 'Eskimo' instead. 'Viper' will be called 'Snake'. ("Snake? Snake!? SNAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!") 'Jester' will instead be known as 'Jokey' because his presents are of the explosive variety. 'Wolfman' will be known as 'MJ'. 'Merlin' -> 'Dumbledore', natch. 'Slider' becomes 'Wimpy' because Slider -> Burger. 'Hollywood' -> 'Glam-man' 'Cougar' becomes 'Jitters' because one close call left him jittery for a week. 'Stinger' shall be 'Bumblebee' - you should never underestimate the smallest Autobot. 'Sundown' will be 'Visor' because of a particularly hair raising moment where he couldn't get his visor down. I'll need to sit down and watch Iron Eagle and Flight of the Intruder. But for your fighter thief? Guano. Because he was bat-shit crazy and afterwards was up to his neck in it. (09-04-2018, 10:39 PM)Black Aeronaut Wrote: I'll need to sit down and watch Iron Eagle and Flight of the Intruder. But for your fighter thief? Guano. Because he was bat-shit crazy and afterwards was up to his neck in it. Heh, that fits too. It's been a long damn while since I saw it either, and apparently despite the title the jets involved were F-16s, not F-15s. That probably had as much to do with what the Israeli Air Force had available for filming as anything else, but in the end it's just a movie anyway, so what can you do?
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Just enjoy it anyhow? :V
Graves suggested a few more from Wing Commander and I've renamed them as appropriate: Hunter -> Blinders because that's what he might as well be wearing. Knight -> Ryoga because he's hardly ever where he's supposed to be. Spirit -> Schultz "I see nothing!" Jazz -> Jonah (Sailors superstition from Jonah and the whale - anyone or thing thought to be unlucky is labeled as a 'Jonah') Doomsday -> Calico, because they are seen as very lucky cats. Shotglass -> Bang-Bang - tried to set up a moonshine still back in his piloting days.... it did not go well. 
Howsabout Pete "Dead Meat" Thompson from Hot Shots!? <grin>
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