<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] <Shuffling through a small mountain of discs and tapes, he
fishes out the rest of yesterday's bouts, and hands them to his editting crew> Make it look
good. <gaze narrows> Or else. <The pair nod, and scurry off.>

<Jack_Zintech> I guess my form DID take a while to process.

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <nods> Maybe.

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] If it takes that long for you to get in a match here, then that's a possible reason.

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] :D

<Jack_Zintech> <laughs> Uh.. all the easier! I won't have to face the worthless rookies! <evil grin>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] *cough* You ARE a rookie. *cough*

<Jack_Zintech> You don't have to rub it in..

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] <After his obligatory glance at the morning's ratings and returns, he chuckles, and begins his jaunt down to the pilot's living quarters. A few days of wear and tear have turned the area into a hovel, with stains and disgarded dishes abounding.>

<Charles_Walter> <walks out of the cafeteria thinking of tactics>

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] Ugh... they live like animals... but, they're makin' me rich. <he smiles, and hops over a small valley of stacked bottles and plates>

<Jack_Zintech> I wonder why, of all places, the competetion was placed at Antarctica..

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <shrugs> Publicity stunt, go figure.

<Jack_Zintech> Yeah, too cold for my tastes, though.

<Introw_Abarrato> <overhears Jack> I agree with you. <walks over> I had to give the Marfall a paint job!

<Charles_Walter> <puts his hands into his pockets>

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] Bah... <he scrapes a thin, brownish film off his shoe, something he stepped in midway.> Now... where are those little goldmines? <he peers over the tables, his diminutive height making him seem somewhat comical...>

<Jack_Zintech> Marfall? z'at your suit?

<Nathan_Carver> [Drache] <In the complex's hanger bay, he stands, directing the Tresdemo crews as they wrap new layers of ablative cloth over his mobile suit's body.>

<Introw_Abarrato> <nods to Jack> Yup. Was all nice and tall and black and imposing. Now it's just a wussy-looking grey.

<Jack_Zintech> My suit's called Vendetta.

<Jack_Zintech> Buff, green. 'Nuff said.

<Nathan_Carver> [Drache] <His breathing, like his voice, has a metallic wisp within it, a consequence of the environmental mask he has on his visored helmet. He remains in his thermal piloting suit.> Make sure the layers are tightened.

<Jack_Zintech> :D

<Charles_Walter> <walks through the halls of the complex while thinking>

<Charles_Walter> <sighs>

<Introw_Abarrato> Hehe also easy to see in the snow and ice of Antarctica, I'd guess.

<Charles_Walter> <walks to the pilots' lounge>

<Charles_Walter> <sits on the couch and grabs a magazine>

<Jack_Zintech> Say, what's your name?

<Jack_Zintech> Mine's Jack- Er..

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <shrugs>

<Jack_Zintech> Zintech

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] So... we've got more winners... <chuckles> That means even more excitement, more tensions... more audience returns. <sighs> Oh, I could retire once this is over, buy my own little island paradise... <he keeps walking>

<Evan_Cross> <walks around the pilots lounge>

<Charles_Walter> <starts reading the "People" Magazine>

<Charles_Walter> <thinks: This is very boring. He throws the magazine down.>

<Charles_Walter> <stands up off of the couch.>

<Charles_Walter> <sees Evan> Hey.

<Evan_Cross> Hey.

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] <Stops> Alright... so, who's our next vic...errr, gladiator?

<Introw_Abarrato> <offers his hand to Jack> I'm Introw Abarrato. A bit of a mouthful, eh? <grins>

<Charles_Walter> <walks out of the lounge>

<Jack_Zintech> <nods>

<Jack_Zintech> <Shake>

<Charles_Walter> <walks to the Cafe where he left his helmet.>

<Introw_Abarrato> So, Jack, where you from?

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] <Looks left, and right, and sighs> Well, the enthusiasm just perks right up here.

<Charles_Walter> <enters the Cafe and grabs his helmet>

<Charles_Walter> <Walks to the hangar to put his helmet into his suit>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <Standing in the blistering cold,engulfed in white, a figure drenched in a heavy coat is there.> It's cold...too cold.

<Nathan_Carver> [Blane] <in a huff, he marches on out of the cafetiria.>

<Jack_Zintech> Uh... where I'm from? L1.

<Charles_Walter> <enters the hangar>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Gonna get some grub, be back in a bit.

<Jack_Zintech> Alright, cya.

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <Heads off to the cafeteria>

<Charles_Walter> <walks to his suit and puts his helmet into it.>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <sits down, and gets some fine Antactican cuisine. Whee.>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He cups his hands to his face, and breathes.> Way cold...

<Introw_Abarrato> Ah, L1? Nice. What company?

<Miranda_Descartes> <sitting in her room meditating, her previously slotted battle dismissed as she had forgotten to show up>

<Jack_Zintech> Retrotech.

<Miranda_Descartes> <as a result, she has a loss to her name>

<Drache> <A figure stands in the mobile suit loading dock, clad in a thermal flight suit. His features are obscured by a pilot's helmet and reflective visor, while a rebreather mask modulates and distorts his voice.>

<Charles_Walter> <sighs>

<Charles_Walter> I'm ready to get this battle over so I can stop my worrying....

<Charles_Walter> It's killing me inside....<sighs>

<Miranda_Descartes> <she looks in the mirror and flexes her reconstructed metal hand> Why are you hear Miranda?

<Drache> <He looks to the technical crew> Please, becareful with the equipment.... it is quite delicate.

<Miranda_Descartes> <staring, she's scared by the answers she's faced with> You're here because you feel like you can show these little boys a few things. But you have a whole colony military waiting for you, and here you play earth's trivial games....

<Miranda_Descartes> <her shoulder's droop, defeated>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He turns sharply on his heel, a faint white flurry of snow kicking up. Now heading inside the hangar, he feels more comfortable, having lived in a warmer climate for most of his life.>

<Drache> [Blane] You there, masked man. <Drache turns> Yes, you, you're up next.

<Miranda_Descartes> <slams her fist into the mirror, it breaks, leaving a spiderweb-like design in the shattered glass. shards stick to her mech hand, what was reconstructed of her original one, unfeeling>

<Jack_Zintech> How're you doing in the contest?

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] *slurp* Whee. At least the food isn't like the outside.

<Drache> [Blane] Since you tore up the SN8 guy, how about the Gundam girl?

<Introw_Abarrato> <shrugs> Haven't fought yet. I <<think>> I was supposed to fight some guy named Chuck or something, but haven't yet.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He casts a sharp glance at a dormant white Mobile Suit. At first glance, the white paint scheme seems to be nearly blinding, but it quickly subsides.> Doesn't look like I'll be getting involved anytime soon. <He chuckles slightly.> Gives me more time to think of tactics.

<Jack_Zintech> <nods> I don't know who I'm going to fight.

<Drache> Very well. <He looks back up on his mobile suit, a bulky humanoid design. Wrapped in layers of ablative fibrous armor, it seems to be garbed in layers of heavy cloth, like an oversized robe. A pair of sensor eyes glisten underneath a darkened hood. A hefty broad sword is stretched out before it, hilt and pommel just within reach.>

<Introw_Abarrato> Who, if you could fight ANYBODY, and be honest, would you want to fight?

<Drache> [Blane] <Comm/PA> Miranda Descartes, report to the field for your match.

<Miranda_Descartes> <looks at herself once again in the mirror> Alright miranda...

<Miranda_Descartes> <takes a deep breath, and reaches into her flight suit, taking out a golden locket, her most precious belonging>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <In the cafeteria, slurping Antarctic cuisine. whee.>

<Charles_Walter> <walks into the halls>

<Charles_Walter> <puts his hands into his pockets>

<Jack_Zintech> <At the cafeteria, too, eating>

<Introw_Abarrato> <has followed Jack, and is ALSO now sitting in the cafeteria> Hmm, the food's not too bad, is it?

<Jack_Zintech> <nods>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Classic Antarctican cuisine. Whee.

<Jack_Zintech> <Looks a bit bored>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Poor kid, signed up on saturday, and he hasn't been called-up yet.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He paces around the Hangar.> I wonder when my match will be...

<Jack_Zintech> ....

<Miranda_Descartes> <dressed in a business suit, a beautiful blonde walks into the pilot lounge>

<Jack_Zintech> *yawn*

<Jack_Zintech> <Leans back in the couch>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Maybe tommorrow, son.

<Jack_Zintech> <nod>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He slips off his thick coat and puts on something less thick>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He sits back as well.> Nothin' so far...

<Giorgia> <she walks in, her high heels making a clicking sound, breaking the nervous silence that permeates the room>

<Giorgia> Mr. Zintech. Mr. Voltaire, Please proceed to your suits, you are next.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He blinks> Woah...

<Giorgia> <Blane's assistant smiles a bright white grin>

<Jack_Zintech> <blinks>

<Jack_Zintech> <Wide-eyed>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Good luck.

<Jack_Zintech> <stands up, fist in the air> YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He looks to Jack.> That's you, correct?

<Introw_Abarrato> Good luck Jack.

<Giorgia> Blane has offered his apologies for not being able to moderate this fight.

<Jack_Zintech> <nods> Thanks!

<Giorgia> All scores are valid.

<Introw_Abarrato> <is, surprisingly, finding himself trying to befriend the amiable Jack>

<Giorgia> I will be watching in his stead.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He nods> it's quite alright.

<Giorgia> He had pressing matters to attend to.

<Introw_Abarrato> Knock him out!

<Jack_Zintech> <Thumbs up>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He extends his hand to Jack> Good luck, sir.

<Giorgia> Tresdomo has decided to add a bit of spice to this battle.

<Jack_Zintech> <nods> Same to you.

<Jack_Zintech> Eh?

<Gustave_Voltaire> Strings attached?

<Jack_Zintech> What's the catch to this fight?

<Jack_Zintech> <Thinks: My first fight, and it has a catch to it, greeeat...>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Hovers at the edge of the pilots lounge, watching, feeling nervous>

<Giorgia> <nods> You must undrstand, as each battle takes place, and the lists get shorter and shorter, there must be some sort level increase.

<Giorgia> <looks at mr. zintech>

<Giorgia> is this your first fight?

<Giorgia> and you as well mr. voltaire?

<Jack_Zintech> <nods> My first fight.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <Nods>

<Giorgia> My mistake then.

<Jack_Zintech> I've been well-prepared, though. <glances at Keith>

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] :D

<Jon_Vitz> <wanders in to where the group is hanging out> Hey, Jack! What's up?!

<Giorgia> You are not meant for the advanced stage as yet.

<Jack_Zintech> O_O'

<Jack_Zintech> Jon!

<Giorgia> It is reserved for those who have passed their first battle.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <Nods> Alright.

<Giorgia> <nods> you shall proceed as normal then.

<Jack_Zintech> A-alright.

<Jack_Zintech> <thinks: Whew>

<Giorgia> <looks at her watch> In 20 minutes, please be ready.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Watches as Jon passes her, edging out of the way>

<Jack_Zintech> <nods>

<Gustave_Voltaire> Guess I'll get to my Mobile Suit.

<Giorgia> <she makes her way back to the control tower where she shall watch the match and communicate with them from>

<Jack_Zintech> Yeah, so will I.

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Good luck.

<Jack_Zintech> <nods> Thanks.

<Jon_Vitz> How're you?

<Jack_Zintech> <thumbs up> [Keith] <thumbs up>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He steps out of the Pilots lounge and walks down into the hangar.>

<Jack_Zintech> Huh? oh, great, going to fight my first fight.

<Jack_Zintech> I... gotta go get ready.

<Jon_Vitz> Wow, congrats!

<Jack_Zintech> <runs to the hangar>

<Jon_Vitz> <calls after him> Good luck!

<Jack_Zintech> Thanks!

<Gustave_Voltaire> <Smirks> The kid's to hyped up...Mobile Suit battles are always so
glorious.

<Jack_Zintech> <Slowly, confidently gets into his flight suit>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <Stopping before the bliniding white Mobile suit, a black star mixes in with white>

<Jon_Vitz> <turns and notices Introw sitting there> Oh, you again. <sighs and looks around for more enjoyable companionship, spots Cecily>

<Jack_Zintech> Alright.. can't be very different from the sims.. can't they?

<Cecily_Lansou> <Looks inside the lounge again, seeing who is left in there>

<Jack_Zintech> <slides his helmet on, lowers the visor>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He slips into his flight suit and stands before his Mobile Suit.> Let's rock and roll.

<Jack_Zintech> <looks up at Vendetta>

<Jack_Zintech> Here we go.

<Jack_Zintech> <climbs up, and gets in>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <A blood red color washes over the pair of sensor eyes, as the equipment springs to life.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The single, circle-shaped camera flashes, the suit activates>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The camera moves around the visor, surveying the area> Here we go.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Steps out into the arena>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar slowly walks to the arena, appearing to have no weaponry what-so-ever.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <takes out the Pulse Rifle, safety off>

<Cecily_Lansou> Excuse moi...what is going on now?

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] My son's going to do his first fight.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] <points at the large, green suit>

<Jon_Vitz> <walks over to the woman who talks Franglish> Bonjour, madame, comment-allez vous?

<Cecily_Lansou> Oh. And this is good?

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <However, a small "Cut" rests on the back, and out of that cut, a handle sticks out, although it is not the easiest thing to see.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] The tournament's his chance to prove how good he is.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] He's been waiting since Saturday to be called up.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar steps onto the opposite side of the arena.>

<Giorgia> <over the pilot's comm > Mr. Zintech and Mr. Voltaire, good luck sirs. You know the rules.

<Cecily_Lansou> Oh. Duking it out on a frozen battlefield, for a prize that is yet to be seen?

<Jon_Vitz> You're Jack's dad? <turns to the man speaking>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] <nods>

<Giorgia> You are not meant to kill each other, however this is a real fight. We can terminate the fight at any time, you can be disqualified if we find your behaviour without sportsmanship.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <nods>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Comm> And Heavy Weapons? Are they permitted?

<Giorgia> Your suit's current weapons are allowed.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Gustave smiles> Excellent. The other pilot should be in for quite a surprise...

<Vendetta[Jack]> O_o

<Vendetta[Jack]> Good.

<Vendetta[Jack]> I can use my Pulse Rifle.

<Jon_Vitz> Nice to meet you, Mr...Umm...Zintech? <offers his hand>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <pats the Pulse Rifle.>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Sits down in one of the chairs>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Uh.. long story... really. More like "Triten". <shake>

<Jon_Vitz> Well, good to meet you. The first time I arrived at the Retrotech campus, I was wandering around like a chicken without a head, and your son helped me around a bit.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Great!

<Giorgia> <in 5 seconds, the fight begins>

<Jon_Vitz> <looks at the woman who just sat down in a chair> Et vous, parlez-vous français bien? Excusez-moi pour mon mal accent, s'il vous plaît <Jon speak French with a slight British accent>

<Giorgia> Men, please en guard. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

<Vendetta[Jack]> .....<Grips the controllers>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Aalright... Let's do this thing!! <Flies into the air, firing off three-shot bursts at Black Star>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar shifts immiditaley, rocketing to the right.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Spins around, and fires another burst>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Turns on her small recorder, taping the conversations, wishing Will were here to film everything>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It's engines ablaze, it begins to zig-zag it's way to Vendetta.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The burst catches the BlackStar in the right arm, scraping some armor away.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <lands, and rushes Black Star firing more shots>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar twirls, two blades popping out of each hand now.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Ah. That way, hmm?

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Damn, that weapon.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Looks over at Jon> Pardon?

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Jumps up in the air, stores the PR, and takes out the beam Scimitar>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar rakes it's left hand's blade across the Vendetta's chest.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Whoa! <Raises the scimitar in the nick of time>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Grrr..

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It then quickly jabs the right hand's blades at the Vendetta's side head.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> !

<Jon_Vitz> Excusez-moi, madame, mais j'ai entendu vos mots français. Venez-vous de la France? Oh, et pardonnez-moi pour mon accent, s'il vous plaît. <Jon speaks French with a slight British accent>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The Vendetta's head gets scratched a bit> Oh hell no!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Fires up the boosters, and slams into Black Star with its left shoulder (The spiky shoulder)>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Two flaps unfold on the BlackStar's fore arms as semi-red blades race towards Vendetta's sensory eye.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar turns, but it's left shoulder sparks due to damage.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Flies up into the air> He's trying to blind me.. <Activates the Blossom Shield's energy sphere thingy>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Nice try.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar rockets underneath Vendetta and then cuts upward to get behind it.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It fires two more blades at Vendetta's back.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Turns around, and stores the Scimitar, taking out the Pulse Rifle again>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Crap.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The blades crash on to it, and he smashes into the ground>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> That sphere has got to go.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Shakes head> No, I am from L3.

<Vendetta[Jack]> AAAAARGH! <thinks: damn, that felt hard>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The sphere flickers off momentarily>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <A puff of smoke rises from BlackStar's back, as a massive handle pops out.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Hmm.. <raises the rifle at BS>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It reaches back and grasps a Heavy Particle Cannon.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <still laying down, the crosshairs center, and he fires several bursts>

<Jon_Vitz> <nods> Mais votre famille étaient français, n'est-ce pas? Oh, le battaile! Excusez-moi pour un moment... <turns to the monitors> Go Jack!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Jumps up, and goes back on the offensive>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar catches the burst in the lower stomach, a few holes being made.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Damn!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <A white aura begins to glow inside of the Cannon.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> I love that rifle..

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] GOO JACK!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Just keep comin'...

<Vendetta[Jack]> O_o'

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] GET OUT OF THE WAY!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Leans to his right, and jets that way>

<Jon_Vitz> Ooh, crap. This is where not having any experience but simulators can haunt you.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Hey, I'm an ace from the Omega Wars, I've been training him for two weeks now.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar then shifts the Cannon's position and a stream of white energy races towards the Vendetta.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> AAIIE!

<Jon_Vitz> [Introw] <notices Jack's fight and calls from his spot> You can do it, Jack!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Fires up the sphere>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The Cannon hums.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Digs his feet on the ground and hopes the sphere helps>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> That better get rid of that sphere...

<Jon_Vitz> I'm not saying your training's inadequate, only...Well, I'm an engineer and designer.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Oh.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The BlackStar then dives for Vendetta, following the beam>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Impact!>

<Vendetta[Jack]> ARGH!

<Jon_Vitz> I build suits for my job. But it's the difference between modeling and actually MAKING a suit.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The suit trembles, once the beam goes away, the shield itself is charred and burnt>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Damn.

<Jon_Vitz> You can draw all you want, but until you actually go and build the damn thing, there's no comparison.

<Vendetta[Jack]> I'll have to rely on the shoulder shield.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Drops the blossom shield>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Yeah.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <looks up> o-o

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar jabs two blades at the Vendetta's sensor eye.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Flies back, and fires more bursts>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <More holes begin to line the chest.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The VERY tip of the helmet gets scratched>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Argh!

<Vendetta[Jack]> Ack!!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <the camera goes a bit staticky>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The very tip of the lens is also scratched>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Bites his lower lip, having to take care of the camera more>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It raises it's left arm and three heated discs race towards the Vendetta's Pulse Rifle.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Hey.. this is a mono cam.. I can move the eye out of the way.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Flies straight up into the air> <looks down> o-o'

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Tries firing at the disks, and two of them slam into the rifle>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Uh-oh.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The Cannon stops humming.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The muzzle falls off, same with the clip>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Eep.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Good, now I can charge another shot. <A faint, white aura grows inside of the cannon>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Takes out the scimitar>

<Vendetta[Jack]> SHIT!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> This kid's good...

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Dives straight at BS, scimitar ignited>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar erupts into the air.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Chop.. the gun..

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Holy! <It levels the Cannon.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <A smaller, less deadly white blast ignites from it.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Gripping the scimitar, he brings it down with all his strength on top the cannon's barrrel>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The cannon's barrel slips and falls to the ground.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Dammit!

<Vendetta[Jack]> DAMN. < A large blast occurs>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <black smoke covers his suit>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] o-o <wide-mouthed>

<Jon_Vitz> <yells> Jack!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It drops the cannon and brings both fists up to crush Vendetta's sensory head.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <The smoke clears, the right arm blown off>

<Vendetta[Jack]> That was close.

<Jon_Vitz> <wipes his brow>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Ack, don't do that!! <Raises the scimitar, slashing at BS's head>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <More like hacking and stabbing>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Winces at the mindless destruction> Mon dieu...

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The Sensor Head has a scar along it.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Damn.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Hack, slash, stab, stab, hack>

<Will_Zintech> <filming every second of the fight>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It takes it's right arm, and levels it at the lower chest.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Screw it. <brings the scimitar down on BS's wrist>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The wrist slips away.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Falls down>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Hooray!

<Vendetta[Jack]> I can see now.

<Vendetta[Jack]> Barely..

<BlackStar[Gustave]> That's it! <It jams the Blades into Vendetta's upper chest.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> You little.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Whilst the blade is in the armor, the flap opens up again and unleashes four heated blades.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Struggles, and does the same to Black Star>

<Will_Zintech> <he zooms in to capture the chest stab better>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <kicks at Black Star's waist, trying to get free>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The blade pierces some of the armor, nearly going the entire way through.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It brings it's handless arm and knocks the Vendetta's sensor head with all of it's might.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Sparks, and that classic "sizzle sizzle" sound is heard from Vendetta>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The wrist is beginning to weaken>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <His screen goes heavily staticky, the head nearly dislodged>

<Will_Zintech> <The sparks light up his view but soon dies away>

<Vendetta[Jack]> ARGH! <Hacks and slashes BS's stabbing arm>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The blades inside of Vendetta shoot upward, beginning to climb upwards.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> I'm not going to lose.. I'm just NOT!

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] ........

<Will_Zintech> <he zooms in even more on it's almost severed head>

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] Go. Go. Go. GO!

<Jon_Vitz> Crap! Jack's done for. [Introw] Hey, don't say that! You should have more faith in him!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The arm, not disloged but is torn out of Vendetta.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> YEAH!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <It raises the handless arm, the flap opening.>

<Jon_Vitz> [Introw] Come on, Jack. Come on, come on, come on!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Regains his balance>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Freed from BS>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Two blades race out at the damaged Sensor Head.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <his screen goes black>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Crap.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <looks at his sensors> Good, I can detect him by radar, my dad taught me this move.

<Will_Zintech> <the camera brings it back and follows with BS' blades>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Stumbles a bit, and looks at BS's general direction>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Rushes it, slamming into it (hopefully) with its only shoulder, the spiky one>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <The BlackStar raises it's arm with the hand blades. It then rakes them along the Vendetta's chest, diagonally.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Argh!

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar managed to move, but it still suffers damage to it's shoulder from the ram.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <falls face-first into the ground>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Can't keep moving that arm for long...

<Vendetta[Jack]> *Thump*

<Vendetta[Jack]> <spark spark>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Smoke comes out of Vendetta>

<Vendetta[Jack]> o_o'

<Will_Zintech> <the camera captures Vendetta's spectacular fall =D>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Bails out, barely able to get out of the cockpit>

<Vendetta[Jack]> Damn.. damn.. DAMN!

<Vendetta[Jack]> <Runs out of the suit, and into the field>

<Jon_Vitz> <looks at the French-speaking woman> So, what's your name?

<Will_Zintech> [Jesse]<"another one bites the dust">

<Vendetta[Jack]> <stumbles>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar nestles near the wreckage and the hatch opens> Jack, are you alright?!

<Jon_Vitz> <sighs> Well, Jack gave it a DAMN good try.

<Vendetta[Jack]> [Keith] <claps> yeah.

<Jon_Vitz> [Introw] <winces>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <stands back up> Whew.. <comm> Good fight!

<Will_Zintech> <he props the camera on a tripod in the direction of Gustave>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Comm.> Crap, kid, that was the HARDEST battle I've ever been through.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <comm> Really?

<Will_Zintech> <he backs away from the camera>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Comm> Another hit or two and I would've been out.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <Comm> Yes, you're a damn good pilot.

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar sparks.>

<Vendetta[Jack]> <comm> Wow... thanks.

<Will_Zintech> o_O As much as Jack bragged I though he had that match in the bag...

<Will_Zintech> <Shakes his head> That was his first match too.

<Vendetta[Jack]> <It's official, by a 20-19 decision, Jack loses. :P>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> <BlackStar slowly walks back into the Hangar.>

<BlackStar[Gustave]> Geez, what a well trained pilot.

<Jack_Zintech> <plops down on the snow, thankful that his flight suit's keeping him warm>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He walks over to Jack> So, how many real life battles have you been through now?

<Jack_Zintech> <Cranes and trucks bring Vendetta back inside>

<Jack_Zintech> It's my first one.

<Will_Zintech> [Jesse]<" Never seen such an interesting bunch of rookies"><he smiles to himself>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He blinks> You're pullin' my leg here!

<Jack_Zintech> My dad's been practicing with me for two weeks.

<Will_Zintech> Cecily, we have to interview the winner and loser ya know.

<Jack_Zintech> I heard about the tournament, so I signed up.

<Gustave_Voltaire> ...Damn! I thought you were an ace pilot the way you fought.

<Jack_Zintech> <Turns red> Really?

<Cecily_Lansou> Eh? I do? Oh yeah...

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <claps> That's m' boy.

<Gustave_Voltaire> I've battled people in their thirties that weren't nearly as good. Nice effort.

<Will_Zintech> <he takes the camera off the tripod and heads over to the group surrounding Gustave and Jack>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <BlackStar sparks and it's sensor eyes drain of their color.> ...Woah...

<Gustave_Voltaire> Nice fight kid, almost had me there.

<Jon_Vitz> <nods> Considering it's his first fight, Jack gave a damn good fight.

<Will_Zintech> <he focuses on Jack>

<Jack_Zintech> Really? O_o

<Jack_Zintech> Wow, then my dad really WAS an ace pilot.

<Gustave_Voltaire> And the way it looks, so will you. Who is your dad, anyway?

<Jack_Zintech> <They walk back to the lounge>

<Jack_Zintech> Keith Triten.

<Jack_Zintech> <They are met by a loud bunch of applause as they enter the lounge>

<Jack_Zintech> o-o

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] Good job!

<Jon_Vitz> <meets the two as they enter> Way to go, guys.

<Gustave_Voltaire> Oh...

<Jack_Zintech> Thanks.

<Gustave_Voltaire> Thanks.

<Jon_Vitz> Congrats Mr. Voltaire. Jack, damn, DAMN good try.

<Gustave_Voltaire> <A figure stands outside the lounge. [Jason] Triten...Keith Triten...I've heard that name somewhere...

<Gustave_Voltaire> Thank you, sir.

<Jack_Zintech> ^_^'

<Jack_Zintech> Thanks.

<Jon_Vitz> [Introw] I wanna call for a recount! <grins> Good try Jack. You would've won if you two fought again, I'll bet.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Stands up, mic in hand> Mr. Zintech, that was a spectacular fight. Would you care to comment for our viewers?

<Gustave_Voltaire> [Jason] That's it! Dad told me about a joyful Keith Triten from the war...

<Jack_Zintech> Uh uh.. <looks at the camera, grins> That was a great fight! I nearly beat him, but Gustave over here turned out on top, and I guess experience counts!

<Jack_Zintech> <raises an eyebrow> Next time, I'll win.

<Jack_Zintech> <Grins>

<Gustave_Voltaire> <He laughs.> You've still got some matches ahead of you, I'm sure you'll win.

<Jack_Zintech> <nods>

<Jack_Zintech> If you smeellllll..... <blinks, realizes he's on TV> uh.. never mind.

<Jack_Zintech> Sorry, I see camera.... then..

<Jack_Zintech> ^_^'

<Jack_Zintech> Can you edit that out?

<Will_Zintech> -_-'

<Jack_Zintech> :D

<Will_Zintech> 'Cept this is live.

<Jack_Zintech> o-o'

<Cecily_Lansou> So, you think that perhaps you would have won, if you'd been a bit more experienced?

<Gustave_Voltaire> If he had more experience, he would of won.

<Will_Zintech> <on the bottom of his view under Jack's name it reads "Today's Loser">

<Jack_Zintech> Hmm? If I had more experience... I guess so!

<Jack_Zintech> <nod nod>

<Jack_Zintech> [Rob] <near the whole scene, trying NOT to laugh his butt off>

<Gustave_Voltaire> [Jason] Hmm....<He slips and makes a ruffle of noise.> damn! I never slip!

<Cecily_Lansou> <Smiles> And you enjoy this? The readers of National Geographic are wondering!

<Jack_Zintech> [Keith] <Blinks> Huh?

<Gustave_Voltaire> [Jason] <He quickly corrects himself.>

<Jack_Zintech> Eh? What would National-.......

<Jack_Zintech> <blinks>

<Jack_Zintech> Oh, well, uh... I've always wanted to pilot a mobile suit..

<Will_Zintech> <zooms over a bit, more concentrated on Jack for his answer>

<Jon_Vitz> <hears National Geographic and his mind's wheels start turning...>

<Jon_Vitz> <sighs, thinks: Media frenzy and all that, I guess>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Looks back at the camera> And that was Jack Zintech.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Motions for the camera to be turned off>

<Will_Zintech> <he clicks it off>

<Will_Zintech> [Jesse]<just missed getting into the shot>

<Will_Zintech> <he packs away his camera>

<Cecily_Lansou> <Puts the mic away, into the coat, and sighs>

<Will_Zintech> I hate filming him. He gets too nervous.

<Jon_Vitz> <looks at the guy who just spoke> You know him?

<Will_Zintech> <smirks> He's my brother.

<Jon_Vitz> <laughs> Well, that'd be knowing him, I guess. <offers his hand> Jon Vitz.

<Will_Zintech> <he picks up the case which is heavier than it looks>

<Will_Zintech> <he shakes with his free hand> Will Zintech

<Cecily_Lansou> <Looks askance at Will> That was your brother? You didn't tell me that.

<Jon_Vitz> Want some help with that stuff?

<Jon_Vitz> Oh, and nice to meet you.,

<Will_Zintech> <blinks, suprised> We have the same last name...

<Will_Zintech> <he turns back to Jon> You too. Naw I'm fine.

<Cecily_Lansou> <sighs, shaking her head> And every Jones or Brown is related as well, I suppose.

<Will_Zintech> -_o Good point.

<Cecily_Lansou> It's okay. <Shrugs> I just want to get warm.

<Jon_Vitz> <shrugs> Ok. <turns to the still-unnamed French-speaking woman> Zintech seems kinda a rare name, though. I never got your name, so I guess I'll have to trade for it. As you may have heard, I'm Jon Vitz. <offers his hand AGAIN>

<Will_Zintech> We should head off to the lounge.

<Will_Zintech> Get some hot chocolate =D.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Takes hand and shakes it> I am Cecily Lansou. National Geographic. We got lost and wound up here. So, we're making the best of the situation. Right, Will?

<Will_Zintech> <he nods> Yep.

<Jon_Vitz> Nice to meet you. <shrugs> Interesting cover story.

<Will_Zintech> <thinks...National Geographic?>

<Cecily_Lansou> Oui. Same here. You are a pilot, or a spectator?

<Jon_Vitz> Spectator. I'm actually a designer, that's why I know the truth about the 'National Geographic.' How many times do you think other reporters have tried to use that story while attempting to get a glimpse of some suit piece or info, etcetera.

<Will_Zintech> I'll..<he glances at the two> Let you two get to know each other while i go get warm.

<Jon_Vitz> <laughs> Nice to meet you Will. Talk to you later.

<Will_Zintech> <he leaves to go find the lounge>

<Cecily_Lansou> You are a mobile suit engineer? <ignores the rest of the comment-it wasn't HER idea to have that cover story>

<Jesse`Towns> <working out all the little things on the Funeral Mask>

<Jon_Vitz> <grins> Yup. So, who do you work for?

<Cecily_Lansou> Who do you work for, monsieur? <Raises an eyebrow>

<Jon_Vitz> A question for a question? <shrugs and grins> Raphael. Your turn.

<Jon_Vitz> <thinks for a sec> No, don't tell me.

<Cecily_Lansou> Raphael? Never heard of it.

<Cecily_Lansou> Are they a mobile suit distributor?

<Jon_Vitz> Raphael Technologies? One of the larger widespread arms distributors in the inhabited galaxy?

<Cecily_Lansou> <shrugs> Never heard of it. I don't pay much attention to weapon distributors.

<Cecily_Lansou> Are they all that good?

<Will_Zintech> [Jesse]<"If I haven't lost any of my piloting ability very few people will be able to best this monstrosity.">

<Will_Zintech> [Jesse]<"I just hope those people aren't here" =D>

<Jon_Vitz> <shrugs> I actually don't know. Personally, I just do what they tell me. I consider Raphael to be a mean to my ends.

<Cecily_Lansou> Ah, I see. So, you are here to see the competition, then.

<Jon_Vitz> Yup. Check out other suits, see what ideas I've missed.

<Cecily_Lansou> Well, then, I must say you'll have a full schedule, sir.

<Jon_Vitz> Indeed, that I do. So, you're a reporter, huh? I'll bet that gives you an interesting look at the world.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Glances away> I am no reporter.

<Jon_Vitz> <shrugs> Ok, so you're not a reporter. What do you like to do?

<Cecily_Lansou> <Backs away towards the doorway, realizing that she was telling too much> It was nice to meet you, Mr. Vitz. Perhaps we'll cross paths again soon.

<Jon_Vitz> <sighs as he watches her leave, thinks: Every damn time! And that note from my girlfriend...Ex-girlfriend, I guess I should say ; _ ;>

<Jon_Vitz> <calls to her back> Nice to meet you, Ms. Lansou.

<Cecily_Lansou> <Runs down the hallway, following Will>

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