24:- Failed
Ichiro spotted Mika as he made his way through the harbor, and without hesitation, he fell into step alongside him. "Hey, Mika. Where are you headed?" Ichiro inquired, his tone casual. Mika glanced at him briefly. "Control room. Orga's got something to discuss." With a nonchalant shrug, Ichiro replied, "Mind if I come along?"
Mika's response was a simple, "Suit yourself," as they continued walking together. As they strolled toward the control room, Ichiro decided to share what had kept him occupied for the past four days. "By the way," he began with a hint of pride, "I've been working on something. Upgrades for Ogre and Barbatos."
Mika, ever curious , raised an eyebrow. "Ogre?" Ichiro's smirk was evident in his voice as he replied, "Yeah, I decided to give my machine a new name. Wait till you see the improvements I did to Barbatos."
Mika offered a nod, indicating his interest. "Looking forward to it."
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The control room was abuzz with activity as Mika and Ichiro entered. On the main monitor, the grizzled face of Maruba Arkay appeared, his voice filled with authority and anger as he demanded the return of the Isaribi spaceship. He explained how he had managed to track them through space by forming an alliance with the Turbines, a subsidiary crew from Teiwaz, who were now in hot pursuit aboard their formidable Hammerhead spaceship.
Naze Turbine, the leader of the Turbines, was a commanding presence as well. His voice held a sense of authority that resonated through the monitor as he watched the unfolding situation. Naze had encountered Maruba during a visit to Mars, and his initial offer to help resolve Maruba's feud with Gjallarhorn had come at a steep price. However, Tekkadan's actions had left Maruba unable to meet Naze's demands.
Inside the control room, Biscuit, known for his pragmatism, stepped forward with a proposal to avoid immediate conflict. He suggested that Tekkadan hire the Turbines to guide them safely to Earth, recognizing their expertise in navigating the complex political and military landscape of the solar system.
However, Naze was unwavering in his demands. He rejected Biscuit's proposal and reiterated his stance: the return of the Isaribi and all the property that Tekkadan had acquired from CGS. The tension in the control room grew palpable as the fate of the Isaribi and Tekkadan's journey hung in the balance.
Orga, the leader of Tekkadan, stood at the center of the room, contemplating their options.
Orga's words were resolute as he faced the monitor, addressing both Maruba Arkay and Naze Turbine. "We can't accept your offer. You might have your own way of doing things but we have our own sense of honour to protect." Naze said keeping a straight face." So you're saying you are willing to fight against us."
The determination in Orga's voice was palpable, and it echoed through the control room. "That's right and We'll prove to you that we are more than just a bunch of kids, that goes for you too Maruba. We lost a lot of friends back there we're gonna make sure you pay for each of them."
Maruba's frustration was evident, and Naze remained stoic in response to Orga's rejection of his offer. The tension in the room lingered, but Orga's decision was final. Tekkadan would continue to forge its path, no matter the challenges ahead.
Biscuit was a bit frustrated by this as he already told Orga to proceed with caution and he believed there was more room for negotiation. Ichiro talked with Biscuit to calm him down. Ichiro's words of reassurance seemed to calm Biscuit's anger somewhat. He nodded and let out a sigh, realizing that perhaps it was for the best that Tekkadan didn't accept the Turbines' offer. "You're right, Ichiro," Biscuit said with a small smile. "We can't trust anyone too easily in this business. We'll find our own way to Earth, just like Orga said."
The room felt a bit lighter after Ichiro's words, and the determination to move forward despite the challenges remained strong among the Tekkadan members. They had come this far on their own strength, and they were determined to continue doing so.
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The atmosphere on the Isaribi was filled with a sense of anticipation and excitement as Barbatos and Ogre were dispatched, showcasing their newfound power and capabilities. Crew members and even some of the enemy ship's crew couldn't help but be impressed by these formidable mobile suits.
Ichiro, the mastermind behind these upgrades, took a moment to explain the enhancements to Mika.
"Alright, Mika, Listen," Ichiro began. "I've worked on these upgrades, and I think you're all going to love them. let's talk about Barbatos."
"As you can see, I've added a hidden metal needle right here," Ichiro pointed at a concealed compartment. "This little beauty can pierce through some of the toughest armor out there. It's retractable, so we can use it when we need that extra punch. Trust me; it's a game-changer."
The Mika nods, acknowledging the significance of this upgrade.
"But that's not all," Ichiro continued, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Now, let's talk about the spinning hand. When we deploy the metal needle, this hand can spin like a drill. It'll feel like Barbatos can pierce through anything that stands in its way."
"It's nice I like it." said mika as he rotated the hand of Barbaos.
"Alright, that's enough of the show-and-tell," Ichiro said with a grin. "Let's give these babies a real test out there."
The newly equipped weapons on both Barbatos and Ogre were a sight to behold. Barbatos now sported a machine gun rifle with an extended barrel and a massive ammunition cartridge, ready to rain down a hail of bullets upon its enemies. Its iconic mace, a symbol of its brute strength, remained a part of its arsenal, capable of delivering devastating blows.
Ogre, on the other hand, had a sleek and deadly katana-like sword with a broader blade for more effective slicing through enemy mobile suits. In its left hand, it held an assault rifle, providing ranged firepower to complement its close-combat capabilities.
As Barbatos and Ogre stood ready for action, their pilots, Mikazuki and Ichiro, exchanged a determined look.
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