Super Robot Wars H: Hyper

[Rutee]

The year is After Colony 95; Almost a century since Char Aznable dropped the Axis Colony on the Earth Sphere. This caused the collapse of the Federation, with affairs degenerating to what they were before the launch of the colonies; development screeched to a halt as humanity once again bickerred and fought. Then, in the last 40 years, humanity has been reforming, re-uniting. Many new colonies were established in space, most of which were this time firmly under the control of particular countries on Earth, and Mars itself was terraformed and colonized. The Earth Sphere has united under the banner of the new UN. A starship, containing advanced production facilities and powered by a strange substance never before seen by man, dubbed the "Super Dimensional Fortress 1", crashed on Macross Island. New breakthroughs were made in an experimental type of energy referred to as "Getter energy". However, even then, there were shadows of darker activity. The UN also founded a strong military wing; The Organization of Zodiac. OZ, as they were called, served as the vanguard in a short war to oppress the other colonies, many of which had been free following the collapse of the Federation. This wasn't the only sign of darker times; There were whisperings of conspiracy against the Colonies, and of widespread corruption in the UN.

However, life continued as normal, for the most part, for humanity, though it was noteworthy that military development began to scale up as time passed. Then, one year ago, war erupted. A mysterious force of aliens, termed the Jovian Lizards, had begun attacks on the Earth and especially Mars, quickly annihilating the UN Spacy fleet stationed near Mars. Several of their bizarre "Chulip" battleships have already penetrated the Earth's defensive field, bringing with thetm a seemingly limitless number of robot armies. And they hardly stood alone in the strange enemies that were now assaulting the people of Earth. Strange mechanical beasts arose from the Earth, attacking cities indiscriminately, claiming to be of the Dinosaur Empire. Worst of all, major fleets were found in the outskirts of the Solar System, both of which had sent probing assaults on the Earth. One group introduced themselves as the Zentraedi, demanding that Earth surrender the SDF-1 to them or be destroyed. The other was the Glorfft, whom did not even offer such an option; They would conquer and subjugate the planet, all other considerations be damned.

The UN was besieged not merely by aliens or other non-human species; Humanity always has an awful sense of timing for these sorts of emergencies, and rather then uniting, it fractured. The still-subjugated colonies, sensing the UN's weakness unleashed their own secret weapons, revivals of the Gundam project that had so alterred the fighting a century ago, wanting nothing more then their own independence. Further, in the United States, Vice President Hawk staged a coup d'etat, rebuilding a nationalist fervor in the United States. He has assassinated the president and siezed many mecha, even those belonging to the UN, vastly swelling the United States' army. All of this, during the devastation that one often finds unleashed in the middle of a Gundam Fight

Despite its occasional stupidity, however, humanity also produces heroes of an astounding caliber. The SDF-1 bravely (Or foolishly, depending on your outlook) activated the Dimensional Fortress, Folding itself and Macross Island out to the edges of the Solar System, leaving it to fend for itself, but removing pressure from the rest of the planet. Another unusual crashlanding came in New Jersey, where local mechanic Coop Cooplowski modified an Alien Robot from the future into a seemingly invincible war machine, soundly defeating the first Glorfft attack, which for some strange reason had launched itself on Jersey City. A mysterious Freedom Fighter, known only by his call sign, "Metal Wolf", has emerged in the United States, determined to free it from its heinous dictator, earning the label of 'terrorist' from the state-owned media. And the private corporation Nergal has launched its new High Mobility Battleship, the Nadesico, as a secret weapon against the Jovians. Getter Energy, once only theoretically usable, was now being used to power a new Super Robot, one that had sworn itself as the enemy of evil.

They, however, are hardly the only heroes resisting any of these great threats to the livelihood of the human race...



Episode 1: Rude Interruption

The atmosphere is tense in throughout Jersey City. It has become a refuge, however temporary, for the last few people on the continent capable of resisting the rule of law. Or at least, the rule of the President, irrespective of what the law says. OZ holdouts who managed to escape imprisonment or death when America broke from the UN. Many of the more politically aware citizens, conscious of what Hawk was doing, had made arrangements to flee the country from Newark airport. There have been whispers that another attack will come in the morning.. Who will survive?

[Tengu]

Who knows why Nergal decided to perform some of the tests for their new prototype unit in Jersey City, even though they have better equipped facilities in other places? Was it because they ally themselves with the resistance, or for some other reason? Neither the public nor ordinary employers know the answer. However, there is no doubt that at least the test pilot, Victor Gartner, is against the new order. However, he doesn't show it currently, spending time before an open-air test scheduled for later today sitting in the cockpit of the unit in question, Unbiegsam T, clad in his usual attire (including his indispensable scarf and a Digimon t-shirt) and reading a novel he got his hands on recently, Call of Aragrom.
"This... reads like a bad fanfic..." With a face slightly blue from disgust, Victor looks up at the tense cityscape surrounding the facility, and the nearby airport. "Everyone's nervous today... and they have good reasons, if those rumors are true!" He grins in anticipation. "First real combat..."

[Nerd-o-rama]

"Oh, yeah. Come to Jersey, see the awesome homemade giant robots. Great idea. Come to Jersey, get stuck in the middle of a fascist takeover. Why don't they put that in any of their pamphlets? Garden State my ass..."

The above muttering comes from somewhere in the confines of a cluttered, rented warehouse in downtown Jersey City, where Rich Carols is elbow-deep in final flight preparations of his custom-built mech.

"Should have stayed in Arizona," he adds, as he slams shut the hatch he was working on and perfunctorily wipes the accumulated motor oil off his hands. "They expect armed anti-government militias out there..."

Rich Carols is a tall, gangly man currently clad in overalls and covered in motor oil (which largely serves to cover the regular oil that comes from living out of one's car/giant robot for a few days instead of springing for a flight and a hotel room. His thick glasses are protected by a pair of sports goggles that he also wipes clean before mounting the ladder to the cockpit of the Czar Custom test frame.

"Well, looks like I won't get to meet Mr. Cooplowski. Ah well. If he responds to fans the way that Saotome guy responds to fan-mail, I'm probably better off." Rich shudders, remembering the very heated (to the point of exploding) correspondence that encouraged him to try his luck visiting Jersey City instead of Japan.

Entering the cockpit, he boots up the Czar's systems, running quickly down the pre-launch checklist, the mech's operating system reporting all flags green as he opens up the radar to scan the situation outside his impromptu hangar.

"Let's see...civvies, OZ, US Army outside of town, more civvies...flight frame confirmed engaged...who else have we got out there...?"

[Attilargh]

"Maaan, this is boring! Why the hell do we have to babysit some stuffy corpies hightailing outta here, anyhow?" The annoyed tone belongs to Yuuki Kobayashi, sergeant and self-proclaimed ace of the Crimson Falcon Company, currently contracted to protect the evacuating personnel of some international corporation or other. He didn't really pay attention during the briefing.

At the moment, CFC's ace is lying limply in a lawn chair set up on an airport hangar's roof, drinking Coke and staring at the sky, waiting for something to happen. Even his normally spiky hair seems to be feeling down. His unit, a customised Asplund Mark IV, stands by the hangar with its hatch open and systems on standby.

[Cubey]

At the same time, a Mithril Arm Slave stood guard at the airport's runways, overseeing the evacuation of those who didn't decide to stay behind. A brave vanguard of justice, consisting of but a single mecha. Giant rifle in hand, the robot observes the surroundings cautiously, like if an enemy could ambush it from around every corner. It also carries some kind of another weapon slung across its back - an observer could mistake it for a sniper rifle.

"Everyone..." The AS stops surveying the surroundings for a brief moment as a voice, clearly belonging to a young woman, bursts out from speakers all over the airport. "Please withstand from rash acts and follow the instructions of security personnel. Thank you very much for your cooperation!"

Maria Enkidu cut the broadcast and sighed. Public speaking like that wasn't her strong point, but at least this time she managed not to start her (hopefully) reassuring message with an uncertain "umm" or "ahem". It doesn't help that this is her first real assignment, at least the first that looks so dangerous. When will reinforcements arrive?
"Beo-chan, perform an area scan. Tell me if enemy or unidentified units appear."

"Roger. No bogeys detected. Continuing radar survey." It's a good think M9s are equipped with AI systems. This one is no exception, but then - it's not an ordinary M9 either.

[tyckspoon]

Kurt opened his cabinet, shoved his hand in without looking, and pulled out a cheap packet of instant noodles. It was always noodles, ever since he took Streifengan for himself; mechanics with the skills to work on the bird didn't come cheap, and neither did their silence. He flipped the tightly-wound ball of cheap carbs into a pot of boiling water and sat down in front of the apartment's small TV to wait for dinner to finish.

"President" Hawk's favorite address was being replayed on the primary news channel, again. Kurt hoped Metal Wolf would destroy whatever facility was holding the master tape of that speech, as he did every time the Vice President's bastard face showed on the screen. Kurt clicked onwards. The official media was as dull as ever..

"Ah." A pirate channel, one of the many that would hack their way onto the screen for maybe half an hour before packing up and hiding. This one claimed to have a secret report.

"Combat tomorrow? Oh.. that will be fun." Kurt's eyes sparkled. Maybe the aliens would bring some new toys. Or Hawk would roll in with some new proto in another attempt to draw out and bring down Metal Wolf. Or the infamous Megas might deploy, or.. Kurt stepped outside and went to check on Streifengan. All the fun stuff got revealed at flash points like Jersey City, and he needed his bird to be in proper shape to go check it out. Meanwhile, a pot of instant noodles boiled over and welded themselves to the bottom as a mess of charred black string.

[Rutee]

Civilians filed onto what transportation could be found. Well, many did. To the dismay of many of the defenders, popular support sided, to an extent, with the 'President'. Those brave sheep, however, weren't quite brave enough to actually protest; Who would, when they'd be shouting at humongous mecha? Still, despite a general sense of nationalism, there were still quite a few who had the good sense to leave. The tension was rather palpable in the atmosphere, with an expectation (Or hope, for some of the more.. zealous citizens) of violence. This was to be the last wave of escapees from the country, and everyone knew it. Richard would be better able to bring his army to bear within the next few days, and any civilian aircraft on their way to the US were diverted. The UN, of course, had to simply accept their losses; There was no way to reinforce any defenders in North America simply because they had to keep their forces. The tension finally broke at dusk,as warning shots were fired.

"Attention terrorist holdouts!" A message blazed out over all radio channels, even civilian ones. Apparently, the US Army was willing to break radio silence before their attack. "We'd like to give you one last chance to give up your wicked ways and surrender peacefully! Just come out of your robots with your hands up and we won't kill you!"

Maria
Her comm crackled to life as the ultimatum cleared off the air, orders being issued to her squadron. "...We want Urisuz 8, Urisuz 9, and Urisuz 10 to head for the Leo group at point 2577 and support them. ... And remember to retreat if things get too hairy. Fall back to the airport if things get too bad." Alongside her, one of the Arm Slaves towards her side nodded her onward, making a 'Let's go' motion with its arms as it moved out; The AI brought up a map of the city, detailing the fastest route to the point on the northwest where Maria was supposed to be moving. "The bulk of their force is.. Leos and Virgos? They also have a fair number of conventional assault vehicles... this may be more difficult then we previously anticipated. Stay on your toes, everyone. Or, what was that phrase you pilots always use? Oh there's no time. Establishing radio silence."

Yuuki
The screen in Asplund's cockpit came alive, with a continuous beep. Assuming he checks it, it effectively reads "They've come. We need you to sorty until our plane can take off. We've made arrangements for your extrication with Mythril

Victor
A screen appears next to your head, with the rather irritable, but cute, secretary of the local Nergal branch coming in. "I do hope you can tear yourself away from your novel long enough to do your job..." she dryly commented, another screen popping up just beneath her own portrait. This one had a map detailing the situation on the ground. A bunch of red marks at the edge of the city, presumably meant for the US army, with a bunch of blue ones at various positions inside the city limits. "We've been subcontracted, if you will; You're to deploy and assist the local resistance in the battle. Keep the military from gaining a proper foothold in the city until we give the signal to retreat. Your means of retreat will be a transport waiting for you here." A marker appears on the map. "You are also to retreat if the unit is too badly damaged. We can't afford to lose you." How.. uncharacteristically kind.

[Cubey]

"O... orders acknowledged! I am en route." Maria confirms the received objectives. She feels tired after an all-nighter of guarding, which doesn't help matters. But there's no helping it - her Arm Slave quickly moves out, running towards the destination point.
"Leo, Virgo? That does not look good... but I can't give up even before the battle starts!" She says to herself - the radio is turned off at the moment.

"But they even gave us a chance to surrender. No - they even killed their own president, they will for sure do the same to us!" Sweat starts to break on her neck. The sooner she and other Mithril mecha arrive at the destination, the better - less time to imagine scary things that way.
Watching that realistic and very graphic horror movie about a government serial killer turned into a murdering ghost several days ago didn't help. At all.

[Attilargh]

As soon as he hears the beep, Yuuki tosses aside the half-filled soda can and dashes to the Asp. He leaps to the cockpit and in a show of agility practised by mecha jockeys everywhere, simultaneously pulls on the upper half of his flight suit, hooks the headset around his ear and flicks the switches to wake the system up. "Copy that. I need you to feed me the creeps' positions, and don't forget to patch me through to Mythril."

As the Asplund's four "eyes" flare into life and the screens begin displaying camera feed, Yuuki can't help but grin. Ohh, been waitin' for this.

[Nerd-o-rama]

"This is why I voted for the other guy," Rich says, going over his machines' controls one last time. "No one ever pays attention to the vice president...'oh, so what if he's evil? It's not like he'll ever get into power'...morons."

"RIGHT!" he shouts, more passionately, as everything finally comes up green on his console. "For justice, and the great state of New Jersey!"

And clearing airspace so I can, you know, leave in an armed vehicle.

Taking several deep breaths to steady himself, Rich arms his weapons and walks out of his impromptu hangar into the street, the flight thrusters strapped to his machine's bulky outer frame warming up.

"Attention, fascist *****!" he responds over a civilian emergency channel, assuming the military would definitely be monitoring that. "In the words of a Great American, you can have my guns when you pry them from my cold, dead hands!"

Let's show them what you can do, Czar.

[Tengu]

Victor drops his shoulders and throws the book somewhere to the cockpit when hearing the comment, only to brighten up and grin after hearing the rest of the orders. "Roger that! It's the job of people in huge robots to protect these innocents who don't have that luxury, after all! Let's see..." He raises his thumb and looks at the console briefly. "Ahem...All systems active and working correctly, energy at 98%, ammunition completely loaded... Unbiegsam T, ready to launch! Ha, I always wanted to say that! And I always wanted to say that I always wanted to say that." So much for launching, though - Unbieg just starts walking from the pad it was located on, its giant machine gun on its shoulder, heading towards the enemies with a steady pace - but slow enough to notice and not stomp on cars and people. When Victor is close to the enemies, he lowers his weapon and grips it with both hands in a more battle-ready position, and kneels behind the most nearby conveniently empty building (these are rather common in Jersey City, aren't they?). If he sees any of the other defenders nearby, he tries to establish a radio link.
"Yo. I hope you don't mind Nergal helping you out in disappointing the president."

[Nerd-o-rama]

Hearing the radio contact, Rich responds over whatever channel it was on. "Nergal Heavy Industries? What's a corporate mech doing hanging out in oooh, is that a new model? That's not part of the Aestivalis line, is it? What kind of powerplant have you got? Are they putting PT engines in individual units now? Why haven't I seen that in a trade mag?..."

Rich will go on like that for a while if not stopped, seeming to be rather distracted from his Noble Defense of the Innocent for the moment.

[Tengu]

"Glad you asked! No, Unbiegsam T is not an Aestivalis, it's a test model - now that you mention it, your mech doesn't look as if it was mass-produced, either! Although for different reasons..." Victor smiles to himself in amusement. "Anyway! Unbieg has very heavy armor, so they could reverse the usual... err!" He shakes his head quickly. "No no, all specifics are classified! Sorry, all I can tell you about it is that its weapons pack quite a punch. A punch right into Hawk's face!"

[Cubey]

If Maria manages to arrive at the destination unbothered, she cannot help but feel relief that other mecha are there as reinforcements.
"There is so many of us - I feel that we really can do it!" With this thought in her mind, she establishes radio communication with nearby allies.
"H... hello. Thank you for your support at this difficult moment. I am looking forward to working with you all."
She moves her sight from video feed screens to radar displays and forth, making sure to note details of the surroundings - at least the ones that are a significant advantage in combat.
"Please assist each other, attacking already damaged units, and take cover to be more difficult to hit. Everyone, do your best!" Maria tries to sound cheerful and reassuring. It's hard to worry hearing her allies being in high spirits themselves.

A few questions - how does the terrain look? Are there any good places to take position in or behind? And most importantly, how many units does our side have, and does radar pick up any hostiles?

[tyckspoon]

Streifengan carefully ducked under a low doorframe on its way to the relatively open space of the storage lot. Kurt paused there to consider his options. On the one hand, there were enemies surrounding the city who would confiscate his mech at the very least. He thought maybe he should go ahead and get out before the real fighting started. On the other hand, he was pretty sure none of the Army units out there could possibly catch Streifengan, so he could take off for more hospitable lands whenever he wanted.. and since that was so, there couldn't be any harm in at least finding out what or who else was in the area.

The Strei rocketed into the air over Jersey City and flew a couple of rapid circles. "Gah, no, boring, boring, Mithril, bingo!" 2 unidentifiable frames inside the city. 2 apparently completely new mechs. This was going to be a good day indeed. All thoughts of fleeing the city vanished from Kurt's mind as he neatly dropped down near Unbiegsam and the Czar and started rattling off a stream of questions to both, much like those Rich had just finished asking of Victor.

[Rutee]

Similar rallying cries break out amongst the UN Defenders, and the artillery Leos answer the warning shots with actual fire, aiming at the garish Red, White, and Blue mecha that issued the warning. Proving that there is indeed a Stormtrooper Marksmanship Academy, none of the shots were direct hits.

"It's a shame you terrorists don't believe in American Justice!" he shouts, tanks trundling into position to begin indirect fire as the assorted mecha began their charge on the defenders positions. The seeming commander's legs braced themselves, heels dropping down to provide more support as it levels an enormous gun-arm towards the sky. "Offer accepted! A shot sends the unit back a few meters, though it goes a bit wide from the Czar's position. The Virgos quickly transformed into their flight forms, launching towards the skies, hoping to establish aerial supremacy over the while the Leos and other assorted siezed mecha charge ahead with artillery support, the first line of buildings exploding, the Leos hiding there firing back as best they can.


Yuuki:
"Roger. Establishing communications now. You'll be put through to.. Urisuz 9" comes through his comm, as it shifts to the Mythril fighter, shots whizzing overhead as the battle begins in earnest. Battlefield information, probably obtained from same, is fed through to your HUD to help you track the flow of battle.

Victor:
"Instead of spilling corporate secrets.." the irritable comm officer chimes in, "Please try and find a time to hit these mechs." A marker highlights a small squad of Aestivalis, obviously commandeered. "We'd like to deny the US as many opportunities to reverse engineer our equipment as possible.." Information on all enemy units began flooding onto small screens nearby, ready to be maximized if desired, all to the lower side.

Maria:
Her two squaddies engaged their ECS as the fire began, 10 motioning towards the leader as her comm beeped for her attention. Her AI pointed out where the other M-9s were, to help keep her appraised of allies.

[Attilargh]

"Urisuz 9, this is Yuuki Kobayashi of the Crimson Falcons. Sounds a bit like there's something exciting happening over there, so I hope ya don't mind me buttin' in for a bit," Yuuki chatters into the radio and gently slides the throttle levers forward. The exhausts along the two wing-like vanes on the Asplund's back start glowing blue, and the giant robot rises gently off the airport tarmac.

Yuuki takes a moment to flex his fingers, before he takes a good grip of the controls and shoves the throttle open. The Asplund leaves two streaks of azure hanging in the air as it speeds to the front lines.

[Cubey]

Maria follows the example of other M9s, activating ECS of her Arm Slave. It should make her nigh undetectable by normal means - at least until the enemies start to actively search for her, instead of just targetting the closest mecha or whatever tactic mooks normally use.

"This is Ma... I mean, Urisuz 9. I read you - thank you for assistance. Watch yourself out there."
"And don't do anything reckless! Providing cover fire!"

The already-invisible Beobachter raises its machine gun. Unless something unexpected happens, Maria aims for the closest Virgo and fires her weapon, releasing a barrage of bullets towards the enemy mobile suit.
"You're going down!" Virgo are pilotless "dolls", if Maria recalls correctly. That's a relief - these guys are really aggressive, but she still doesn't feel comfortable targetting other humans.

[Tengu]

Hey, it's not that they are going to reverse-engineer Unbieg from the scraps of information I babbled to them...

"I am to test Unbiegsam's capabilities against previous Nergal products in actual field combat, hmm? Okay, understood! Although the results might not be completely accurate - there is a difference in piloting skills too, after all!"
Victor taps the goggles on his forehead and closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. (Activating Alert.) After that, he quickly scans the information received,checking if any enemy is within around 350 metres. If there are any...
"Let's do this! Unbieg, dash, full speed ahead!!" Victor springs to the side from behind of his cover, and presses a button to which all the accelerating devices are hardwired (not a part of original design).The heavy mech rushes forward, raising a cloud of dust, its velocity quickly increasing to almost absurd levels, the boosters at its feet and back flashing as it almost flies right above the ground instead of running!
"Pierce the enemy's armor and strike his black soul, Unbieg! Giga Drill Brea... ahem! Assault Bayonet!" With full force, Victor stabs his weapon at his target, the chain blade activating right before the strike.

(Using Accel there. The target is one of the Aestis if they're close enough, if not then it's the closest enemy mech. If none are close enough... then I'll do something else.)

[Nerd-o-rama]

(Initiative 13)

"Air combat, eh?" Rich says. "I got this. Forcefield engage! Czar custom, hassha!"

Gravitational thrusters from points around the machine's bulky upper frame as the kitbashed machine launches into the air and focuses in on one of the US Army Tauruses, an underslung mecha-sized rifle gripped in each arm.

Let's see...Tauruses, variable config, 1 beam cannon apiece, no other offensive weaponry. Veritechs' cheap little cousins. Let's see what I can do.

The Czar moves in within 200 meters (assuming it can, I'm bad with speed and spatial relations) of one of the Tauruses and opens fire with a pair of explosive shells.

[tyckspoon]

The visor of Kurt's helmet automatically darkened to compensate for the flare of Unbiegsam and the Czar taking off. He blinked, momentarily bewildered as to why they'd left. "Uh? Oh, come on! That was interesting.. oh! Fight's starting! Right! Ok.. systems green, MFWS engage!" The top of Streifengan's uppermost vane slid back to reveal a rifle-like weapon neatly lodged above a row of glowy lights. A puff of dramatically-lit smoke concealed the action of a simple mechanical catapult launching the weapon clear of its socket and over the mech's head. Streifengan reached upwards, neatly intercepting the gun, which *clicked* into place.

Kurt grinned wildly. This was the really fun part. He slammed the throttle all the way open, resulting in the comfortingly familiar synth voice of Strei's computer warning "You are exceeding known safety parameters.. please reduce velocity and return to base for examination of mech." The Streifengan blitzed up into the sky on a direct course for the Taurus squadrons. Kurtis levelled his gun and eyeballed the range. "Alright! As a very wise man once said.." The MFWS opened fire in Schnabel mode, delivering several rounds toward the foremost Taurus. "...show me your moves!"

[Rutee]

Our heroes were apparently quite quick on the ball. Their quick reflexes gave them the first clean shots of the battle, with the Unbiegsam rocketing towards one of the Aestivalises, his bayonet breaking through the Distortion Field to damage the mecha underneath. The impaled Aesti quickly drew it's knife, moving to stab the Unbieg's exposed arm while the other three shifted their position to get clear shots with their rifles. "Hah, what a rookie, charging us all alone like that!" Their standard issue assault rifles punctuating their assorted jeers with gunfire.

The Taurus that Maria had fired on wasn't quite so lucky; Caught off guard by the cloaked Arm Slave, it suffered massive damage to its systems, not even realizing it was under fire until it was too late; It only barely managed to barrel roll out of the way of the Asplund's saber strike, leaving itself open to the Streifengans' MWFS. 　In a beautiful display of synergy, the Czar picks up on the battered Mobile Suit, detonating it quite nicely with its Canister Rifle. The other Tauruses rocketed towards our airborne heroes, hoping that a high speed dogfight would keep snipers from actually hitting. They split off, moving in formation, hoping to mass, beam cannons roaring a retort.. "A heart that loves America is a heart that accepts the rule of its president!"

In the distance, meanwhile, the Leos were taking heavy fire from the US Army's more conventional mobile, providing cover for the command unit to take another good shot at the mouthy 'terrorist' that dared attack him. He took careful aim, firing another shot at the Czar.

[Tengu]

"Try your best not to cry when you get beaten by a rookie, then!" Victor likes using radio to communicate with enemies, too.

Unbieg springs to the side with agility unexpected from such a large and heavy machine, dodging the knife's strike and letting the barrage of bullets fly past it, possibly causing more collateral damage to the city.

"Save your time and punch out already!" The mech arcs its fist in a powerful hook at the already-damaged Aestivalis, aiming at the already damaged element. When the attack connects, it's accompanied by an explosion of a Claymore-like charge, unloaded from Unbiegsam's wrist.

[Attilargh]

"Reckless? I'm a mecha jock, darlin'. Reckless's what I do for a livin'." Yuuki's grin is beginning to show an unnatural amount of teeth as the scenery around him is filled with particle beams from the Tauruses' cannon.

He nudges the throttle even further, quickly closing the gap between the Leos and the Asplund and aiming straight for the Gorgon. A second blade folds out from the Asp's left arm, locks to cover the fist and vibrates to life with a high-pitched screech that is drowned by the chaos. "Goin' for the head honcho. Wouldn't mind if someone swept this trash off my path."

"Hear that? Yer in my way! Scram!" he yells as he slashes the Asplund's two swords across the body of the first Leo that tries to make a stand.

[Cubey]

"Yes! One enemy is down - we can do it!"

"H... hey! Wait a second please! How do you intend to make a living if you get killed!" Maria cannot help but sigh at the show of Yuuki's crazed bravado. Still, it's best if he made out of it alive.
"I have your back!" She focuses on one of the Taurus units that are trying to take Asplund down, raises her machine rifle, taking aim. She tries to ignore the surroundings just for a short while, taking note only of her target and its possible weak spots - then fires a volley of bullets!
Of course, it helps that ACM makes you impossible to see.

[Nerd-o-rama]

"Ha! That's what you get for mes--JESUS CHRIST!" comments Rich as he dodges the incoming beam barrage from the remaining Tauruses, along with the followup from their commander. As the flight-moded suits charged toward his position, he dashes back toward them, angling up and over the formation and spinning to attack the center Taurus from behind.

Hm. Rangefinders are screwy. I'll need to adjust the power output when I land...I mean "Yee-ha!" he says as he fires another pair of shells.

[Rutee]

The Asplund's wild dash towards the front left it in an interesting position; Although it was now perfectly in range of the assorted peons, it was also difficult for the Tauruses to target, only two taking the shot. The cover fire that the Czar, Streifengans, and Beobachter laid down destroyed one of those Tauruses before it got a chance to properly line up a shot, Maria's sniper rifle damaging one of the vulnerable thrusters, allowing the Strei's Schnabel and Victor's Canister Rifle to mow the mobile suit down. The Asp's wild charge, meanwhile, gave the mecha the extra force it needed, its two swords gutting the first Leo in its path, the Leo falling to its knees as the Asp left it behind, exploding moments afterwards.

"Hmph. They're not just lucky." muttered the commander, concentrating carefully on the charging Asplund, another shell let loose towards its position. "Tanks, I want you to focus on the one in front. I also want a squad of Leos to break off from the main attack and get him. We can't let them keep on like this.." Maria could see on her HUD that an Arm Slave was setting up in a sniper position towards the edge of the city, where the fighting was at its thickest.

Almost in a private war of his own, the Unbiegsam rocked the first Aestivalis hard, destroying the stolen mecha. The other three didn't take to their squaddie's death quite so well as one might have hoped, however, lashing out with all their love, fury, and allll their sorrow! The three mechs entered into a triangle formation, with the two Aestis in the back launching suppressing fire, hoping to box the Unbieg in while the third dashed inward, field knife extended, Distortion Field forming into a point

[Cubey]

"Give up, I beg you! There is no need to sacrifice your lives for a cause that is clearly evil!" As futile as these efforts may be, Maria tries to persuade the enemies to stop attacking.

"Good." She smiles seeing another AS taking a good position in the different part of the area. Of course, this reaction will be far too preemptive if it turns out the Arm Slave is yet another enemy - is it one of the allies, or a different unit that appeared like if from nowhere? You didn't mention that part.
"I... cannot let you do that!" And that's the reaction for the commander's order, as he sets the tanks loose, ordering them to focus on one target. "I'll use - this!"

Still grabbing the rifle in one arm, albeit rising it high above its head, Maria's AS reaches backward for her second weapon. This gun's barrel is long like if it was a sniper rifle, and it has a large optical scope - but it's also connected to Beobachter's back with some kind of cord. Maria aims carefully, albeit with only one hand...
"This is the first time this is used in a real battle... unlocking the blockade! Fire!"
Beobachter braces itself, lowering its stance. Although cloaked, the AS starts to become partially visible for a brief moment, as the cord connecting the weapon and the mecha starts to glow with power - and subsequently, so does the end of the rifle's barrel! A low buzzing noise is heard just before the gun fires a shining stream of energy, its momentum pushing Beobachter back a yard or two, leaving ruts in whatever type of ground the AS was standing on. The energy missile, accompanied by smaller, snaking beams, bursts straight towards one of the tanks.

[Attilargh]

Yuuki's barely left the day's first catch behind when he realizes he staring right down the barrel of the Gorgon's cannon. "Aw, crap."

The force of the blast knocks the Asplund violently aside and warning messages flood the monitors inside. Before Yuuki can reorient himself, two tanks draw a bead on the mech. However, as the smoke clears the Asp is still standing, even despite a ragged hole in its midsection armour and two deep dents in where the tank shells deflected off.

"Nice gun ya got there," Yuuki says and throws the Asplund to full speed, leaving the Americans shooting at air. He seems to disregard certain laws of physics related to inertia as he weaves through the beams and shells. "Let's see how tough ya look when someone cuts it off!"

[Nerd-o-rama]

"Hey! Over there! Um...good guy who just got shot!" Rich shouts to Yuuki. "Do this really quick..."

Rich spouts off several seconds' worth of rapidfire technical instructions on how Yuuki can compensate for the damage to his suit and avoid causing any further damage to himself in a draining-but-efficient display of field repair knowledge. "...and that's why duct tape is standard issue among all known military mecha corps."

(Casting Trust to heal 80 HP to the Asplund).

"Phew." Noting the swarm of Tauruses still swooping around for another attack, Rich begins marking a cluster of them in his targeting computer.

We need to finish these guys quicker... he thinks as he confirms radar locks on one unlucky group and stabilizes his mech in the air.

Hydraulic ports on the shoulders of his mech open to reveal large clusters of rockets, which fire out in a steel rain-style swarm, arcing through the air to intercept their targets. "Take this, and thank UN Spacy for the world's vast guided missile surplus!"