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"The PSA"
A speaker turns on in the streets, saying "HELLO PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, GUNDAM TERRORISTS ARE ON THE RISE, WE ASK THAT YOU TAKE ARMS AGAINST THIS THREAT, AND JOIN US, THE LOCAL SWAT_SQUAD NEEDS YOU!" The psa ends, as people mumble and walk off to do whatever the hell they were doing, three men stick out from the crowds. They all seem like representatives from swat_squad.
BUT WE GOT GUNS! AND TANKS
(edited by Spec_Ops)
BUT WE GOT GUNS! AND TANKS The representative walks up. "Guns and tanks won't matter against Gundams, they have too much armour, and so much firepower, that is why we need YOU to become pilots!"
BUT WE GOT GUNS! AND TANKS The representative walks up. "Guns and tanks won't matter against Gundams, they have too much armour, and so much firepower, that is why we need YOU to become pilots!" To pilot a jet or some shit? I believe we have Gunships
"No, no. We need YOu to pilot our own Gundams we have previously retrieved from markets."
But what market?
"From J-japan of course! We only get quality Gundams from the makers themselves!"
"From J-japan of course! We only get quality Gundams from the makers themselves!" Boi. We are the fucking United States of America
"Excuse me!" An oddly-dressed teenager runs up to the SWAT representative. "Suppressor of Evil, I happen to be well-versed in the texts of these metal armors of light. I wish to assist you in your endeavors."
Meanwhile on a nearby tree, a silver haired boy is watching the chaos while reading. The madman looks like he couldn't care less.
*A government representative shows up* Representative:These should be in possession of the US government not a team of idiots
(During that very same meanwhile, a rather handsome and dashing... wait a second he's invisible? My bad.) (Meanwhile, during the very real tension between nations, several Gundam model kits would seemingly float out of the open doors of a nearby hobby shop.) "Kerokerokero! So many Gunpla!" (The kits continue to float until they go behind a building and disappear. Shine on you crazy diamond.)
"Are you implying I am an idiot? I could recall knowledge from tomes of ancient lore that you would only dream of having! These Gundams alone are part of just a small glimpse into that futuristic world!" Anghel glares at him with his one good eye.
Asshole US representative:We didn't even make a deal for these things to be used by the Swat team.
The boy jumps down. "Hey asshats! I'm trying to read here!"
Spec ops team:NO ONE CARES!
"Hmph. Either way, they were obtained, and must be used to fight evil! Where are they, anyway..." Anghel seems deep in thought.
"Hey, fuck you!" He throws a dagger at the spec ops team.
the same asshole US representative:Well the "Anti Gundam terrorism" issue is to go with the idiots of a Swat Team for not having the clearance to do something of this such without proper funding
OOCL Back. "Excuse me!" An oddly-dressed teenager runs up to the SWAT representative. "Suppressor of Evil, I happen to be well-versed in the texts of these metal armors of light. I wish to assist you in your endeavors." "Perfect! We'll report you over to the Swat_squad, thank you!"
"No matter. If you are opponents of justice, then I will be the blade to cleave your evil!" Anghel starts to run off, but yells a reply. "Very well, point me towards that squad, Defender of Light!"
(edited by Anghel)
Bored, he follows Anghel. "Oi, wait up!"
The swat squad representative squats.
The swat squad representative pulls out a phone, then calls someone. The other two leave. "Oh yeah, we got two pilots here, it seems." "Oh, so you want me to bring the models over of what we have? In here? Affirmative." The representative puts away their phone and turns on a megaphone. "PILOTS, PLEASE REPORT HERE IMMEDIATELY."
WAIT WHERE YOUR PROOF OF THIS SO CALLED TERRORIST
star suddenly appears and holds a video tape out. Did someone ask for proof? Because this is that proof.
He walks back. "What the hell is even happening?"
As soon as Jason walks back, Gundam models of AMX-011 Zaku III, MS-06 Zaku II and standard issue for the swat_squad, RGM-89 Jegans appear.
He does an almost inhuman movement. "What the CENSORED FOR EXTREME LANGUAGE is that?!"
"YES!" Yep, Anghel's back. He can barely contain his excitement. "The holy armors have arrived!"
The representative stands up. "S-so, here's our latest models we've received here, all in pretty good condition..." A swat van drives by, dropping off a Pilot Trainer. The trainer does some hand gestures to the representative, and the representative leaves. "Ahem..." "So, in case you didn't know, the models we have here left to right are the AMX, Zaku, and RGM, the worst of the three."
Jason pulls his silenced 9mm. "Oh hell no, begone unholy beings!"
The pilot trainer puts his hands up at the sight of the gun. "W-what? Why?"
"Whatever these damn robots are they don't belong!" He fires a couple rounds at the gundams. "BEGONE, UNHOLY ROBOTS!"
(edited by Jason_S_Quinlan)
"HEY!" The Pilot trainer runs up to Jason, and attempts to tackle.
"Do not disrespect the holy armor, demon!" Anghel rushes into the Zaku, mostly to somehow pilot it away from Jason's range. Unfortunately, bedtime approaches. So Anghel will just have an offscreen training montage I guess. Night!
He pulls his dagger and stabs the trainer in the leg, then threw him behind after taking the dagger out. "Don't try that again."
OOC: Nighto!
The trainer stumbles after being stabbed, then falls, rolling on the floor with blood spewing out of his leg. OOC: Nighty Knight
(edited by swat_squad)