Post by Colton Deraine on May 26, 2019 3:31:04 GMT -5
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Bravery is believing in yourself, and that's one thing nobody can teach you.
Fucking hell.
The television in the common room was running, and Colton had just been walking through when he saw the headline: Atlas Cargo Ships Crashed in Mistral. Few things make Colton Deraine stop in his tracks and pay attention, but that headline along with the flashing of an image of Atlas battle droids did the job quite nicely. It was something that both wasn’t seen every day, and frankly pretty god damned alarming.
Atlas had apparently denied comment other than noting that they had lost at least two ships, and the news cast went over speculation of what it was carrying. It went over the specs of the new Atlesian Model 130, which was apparently a vast upgrade over the older model 120 that always needed humans nearby in order to be able to function. They also speculated as to where exactly in Mistral it landed, and it soon became completely obvious that no matter where it went that the government would be second to the scene of the accident at best. Every possible location was bandit territory, and there was a rumor that it was shot down by the same in order to grab the precious cargo inside.
There was nobody else in the room, so Colton took a seat on the couch. Whatever he was doing before took a backseat to this, because depending on how many combat androids the bandits got their hands on… well, the balance of power could tip. There was a tenuous peace currently because the bandits outside the mountain lacked the manpower to even skirmish, but the government forces lacked the manpower to actually drive the bandits back with any reliability. They could marshal their forces and go out, sure, but it would be exceptionally risky and if they failed the resulting Grimm attack would have dire ramifications for both sides.
If the fuckers outside got their hands on enough battle androids, then they could use them to fuck with the capital without risking any of their people. They didn’t even need to do a lot of damage… just scaring the shit out of people would be enough. The siege had been going on for months now, and the citizens had gotten used to it for the most part. Nobody was going to go on a stroll in the contested areas, sure, but nobody was afraid of getting invaded at all. Nobody was afraid of getting chopped up or anything by the army of hobos outside in the woods outside of the capital. That could all change if they could send some androids in under the cover of night. Even one getting through to a residential area would be…
Unacceptable.
Atlas tech was regularly stolen and fucked with in other countries, and if nothing else each one of the robots would fetch a hefty sum on the black market from people wanting to study it and replicate it. Comparing the claims that the Kingdom made about their new line of androids, it was possible that most or even all of them would have survived the initial crash in operable condition. Estimated number of the things in total, if that was all they were carrying, ranged from thirty to sixty. That was enough to cause a panic, certainly, by guaranteeing at least one or two got somewhere with civilians. Brown eyes were clued to the screen, but obviously the news didn’t mention the potential uses for the stolen equipment at all. That was just Colton’s best guess as to what they would be used for, because after all they could all simply just be sold off for enough lien to buy a metric fuckton of supplies to continue the stalemate.
Whether or not Mistral would actually take that bet that the Model 130s wouldn’t be used militarily, though, was a different matter entirely. It wasn’t exactly rocket science that the government was waiting for the students to be combat ready before actually breaking the siege for the extra numbers… but this might speed up the schedule. There was debate on whether the robots would be completed, or whether Atlas would ship them simply as parts. If it was the latter, there was still some time left. Whoever put them together would have to learn how, and even if they had experience with the older Model 120s there were a bunch of design changes that would make that experience next to useless. That was great news, honestly, because it meant that they’d still have some time. They might have one, two, or even three people skilled enough to actually put one of those things together – but probably not more than that. Having so few hands meant that construction would be slow as fuck, which bought them weeks if not months before the things were operational.
This was news. Not particularly good news, but anyone that was paying attention knew that some shit would happen at some point that would force the students to actually be useful to Mistral. Colton had just gotten back from training so was dressed in some moderately sweaty gray gym shorts and white athletic t-shirt. There were three couches arranged in the common area around the television, forming a loose U shape and Colton sat down at the one farthest back with a straight line between him and the flat screen television in the wall. He didn’t have his weapons or any equipment with him, and his usual bracers and greaves were left in his weapons locker. Not everyone liked to walk around all the time in full battle rattle, and the former champion certainly didn’t feel the need to clutch at his weapons like they were actually threatened in the least on campus.
Though, depending on how this actually shook out… that may actually change in the near future. He was leaned forward at the edge of his seat, with both hands clasped between his legs as the news coverage went on and recapped the situation once more as he continued to process exactly what had happened.
The television in the common room was running, and Colton had just been walking through when he saw the headline: Atlas Cargo Ships Crashed in Mistral. Few things make Colton Deraine stop in his tracks and pay attention, but that headline along with the flashing of an image of Atlas battle droids did the job quite nicely. It was something that both wasn’t seen every day, and frankly pretty god damned alarming.
Atlas had apparently denied comment other than noting that they had lost at least two ships, and the news cast went over speculation of what it was carrying. It went over the specs of the new Atlesian Model 130, which was apparently a vast upgrade over the older model 120 that always needed humans nearby in order to be able to function. They also speculated as to where exactly in Mistral it landed, and it soon became completely obvious that no matter where it went that the government would be second to the scene of the accident at best. Every possible location was bandit territory, and there was a rumor that it was shot down by the same in order to grab the precious cargo inside.
There was nobody else in the room, so Colton took a seat on the couch. Whatever he was doing before took a backseat to this, because depending on how many combat androids the bandits got their hands on… well, the balance of power could tip. There was a tenuous peace currently because the bandits outside the mountain lacked the manpower to even skirmish, but the government forces lacked the manpower to actually drive the bandits back with any reliability. They could marshal their forces and go out, sure, but it would be exceptionally risky and if they failed the resulting Grimm attack would have dire ramifications for both sides.
If the fuckers outside got their hands on enough battle androids, then they could use them to fuck with the capital without risking any of their people. They didn’t even need to do a lot of damage… just scaring the shit out of people would be enough. The siege had been going on for months now, and the citizens had gotten used to it for the most part. Nobody was going to go on a stroll in the contested areas, sure, but nobody was afraid of getting invaded at all. Nobody was afraid of getting chopped up or anything by the army of hobos outside in the woods outside of the capital. That could all change if they could send some androids in under the cover of night. Even one getting through to a residential area would be…
Unacceptable.
Atlas tech was regularly stolen and fucked with in other countries, and if nothing else each one of the robots would fetch a hefty sum on the black market from people wanting to study it and replicate it. Comparing the claims that the Kingdom made about their new line of androids, it was possible that most or even all of them would have survived the initial crash in operable condition. Estimated number of the things in total, if that was all they were carrying, ranged from thirty to sixty. That was enough to cause a panic, certainly, by guaranteeing at least one or two got somewhere with civilians. Brown eyes were clued to the screen, but obviously the news didn’t mention the potential uses for the stolen equipment at all. That was just Colton’s best guess as to what they would be used for, because after all they could all simply just be sold off for enough lien to buy a metric fuckton of supplies to continue the stalemate.
Whether or not Mistral would actually take that bet that the Model 130s wouldn’t be used militarily, though, was a different matter entirely. It wasn’t exactly rocket science that the government was waiting for the students to be combat ready before actually breaking the siege for the extra numbers… but this might speed up the schedule. There was debate on whether the robots would be completed, or whether Atlas would ship them simply as parts. If it was the latter, there was still some time left. Whoever put them together would have to learn how, and even if they had experience with the older Model 120s there were a bunch of design changes that would make that experience next to useless. That was great news, honestly, because it meant that they’d still have some time. They might have one, two, or even three people skilled enough to actually put one of those things together – but probably not more than that. Having so few hands meant that construction would be slow as fuck, which bought them weeks if not months before the things were operational.
This was news. Not particularly good news, but anyone that was paying attention knew that some shit would happen at some point that would force the students to actually be useful to Mistral. Colton had just gotten back from training so was dressed in some moderately sweaty gray gym shorts and white athletic t-shirt. There were three couches arranged in the common area around the television, forming a loose U shape and Colton sat down at the one farthest back with a straight line between him and the flat screen television in the wall. He didn’t have his weapons or any equipment with him, and his usual bracers and greaves were left in his weapons locker. Not everyone liked to walk around all the time in full battle rattle, and the former champion certainly didn’t feel the need to clutch at his weapons like they were actually threatened in the least on campus.
Though, depending on how this actually shook out… that may actually change in the near future. He was leaned forward at the edge of his seat, with both hands clasped between his legs as the news coverage went on and recapped the situation once more as he continued to process exactly what had happened.
This is the same incident as in the news channel on discord detailed here.
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