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Steel Roses : HeartQuest Mecha
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"Asuka, are you there?!?!" Asuka, a 16 year old female high school student, tries her best to ignore her walkie-talkie in Math class.
"Lt. Asuka, we have an emergency!!!" Frustrated, Asuka leaves the classroom and heads toward HQ on her bike.
Once she arrives, the young pilot gets into her gear, and crawls into the pilot seat of Franz. Franz is a 20 foot tall semi-humanoid mechanized vehicle, and Asuka is his pilot.
"Alright Franz," whispers Asuka, "Let's show them what we are made of!"
Franz (with Asuka safe at the helm) rockets out of the secret hangar just outside of town. Today he is wielding a 45 foot long steel sword, exactly 2.25 times longer than Franz is tall. In his off hand, Franz is wielding a high powered machine gun. Franz's jet black exterior armor sheens in the midday sun; this black behemoth is an all too familiar sight over the small town it protects.
"The target is 5 miles due east!" crackles Asuka's radio headset.
"Roger that!!" Responds Asuka. "Ready to receive target information now."
A tall and slender mecha appears on one of Franz's cockpit computer monitors. It wields no weapons, and is colored dark red. A pair of oversized rocket engines is mounted onto the mecha's shoulders. A set of gloomy white teeth are painted onto the 'mouth' area of the mecha's head.
"Ughhh, that thing is damn ugly, aside from its threat to the town!" Exclaims Asuka as she veers onto course to intercept the monstrosity.
Not a few minutes later, the enemy mecha is in sight. It is occupied with ripping up rice patties, and throwing its workers aside.
Franz lands a safe distance away from the enemy, and readies its machine gun.
Asuka activates the outside speaker: "Unidentified Mecha, power down and prepare to be confiscated, this is an illegal application of Mecha Technology."
The mecha, which had been ignoring Franz until now, rears its ugly head toward franz. A pair of bright red 'eyes' light up inside the mecha's face, visible even in the noon sun.
"Asuka, you are the one who should power down. I wouldn't want to scratch such a perfect paint job" A male voice announces over Asuka's radio.
"Sam! Is that you?!?!" Asuka exclaims as she recognizes the voice of the boy she has had a crush on since the third grade.
The radio does not respond. The mecha stands up straight and tall, showing it is almost 5 feet taller than Franz. Its unoccupied arms rise, to display two empty, limp hands.
"I am unarmed" Sam gently states over Asuka's radio.
"Sam, why?" Asuka regains composure "Sam, power down and surrender, I don't want to have to harm you"
Franz's machine gun quivers, Asuka's hand is anything but stable as she attempts a degree of bravado in arresting Sam.
"I am unarmed" Sam gently repeats himself. Suddenly, the limp hands stiffen, now shaped as two sharp points.
It happened all at once. The right forearm of Sam's mecha extends, with the stiffened hand like a spearhead. Asuka, in a panic, pushes the trigger of Franz's machine gun. As the bullets fly inaccurately into the side of a hill, Franz finds a red hand firmly planted into his left shoulder. Alarms and lights shine brightly inside of Franz's cockpit, and Asuka nearly lets go of the controls in a panic. The machine gun stops firing. Asuka pulls the trigger over and over, each time finding the left arm totally unresponsive.
"Poor little girl, looks like I've caused a boo-boo." Sam gently states over Asuka's radio.
Asuka is crying now. How could the man she loved do this to her? Where did he get that mecha? Why did he have to attack his own home town?
A flash! Asuka can see 5 sharp fingers impaled through the cockpit door. Sparks are flying everywhere are the forward view monitor goes dead. Asuka gasps, as Franz starts to stumble backwards.
"Let me see your pretty face, Asuka!" Exclaims Sam as he rips the cockpit door, and most of the torso armor, off of Franz.
The wind is cold, even though the sun shines brightly. Asuka can see the red mecha in front of her, eyes still glowing brightly. Asuka realizes what she must do. Using the inertia from stumbling backwards, Asuka lets Franz fall down entirely. As she falls, Asuka swings forward the right arm and its sword, and hacks off the hand planted in Franz's left shoulder.
A great crash! Asuka can see the sky, blue and cold; her eyes start to tear up. Franz's actuators moan, as he begins to stand upright again. Asuka can see the red mecha, one hand totally severed, the other caught in the remains of Franz's cockpit door.
"Go ahead; it is you job, after all." Gently states Sam over the crackling radio in Franz's cockpit.
"Sam?.." Asuka pulls the remains of the red mecha's hand from Franz's shoulder.
The huge sword is lying on the ground a few dozen meters away. It gleams in the sun; both pilots notice it. Without warning, the red mecha starts towards the unoccupied sword. In a fluid swipe of motion, Franz hurls the severed spear-hand at the red mecha. It finds its mark; the red mecha falls limp, a severed hand jammed into its power core.
Asuka returns to the hangar. Nobody but her heard Sam's voice over the radio; such a fool story would never be accepted by her superiors.
Asuka returns to Math class the next day, arriving almost ten minutes late is Sam. They exchange glares, but nothing more. Asuka knows her greatest love is now her worst enemy.
Hold on tight! Mecha are trampling their way into
HeartQuest. With advanced combat rules and a flexible
mecha creation system, Steel Roses will thrust your
characters into action like they have never seen. Will
your character become an Ace, or will she end up a tally
on the side of her adversary's mecha? Sporting innovative
Artificial Intelligence rules, new FUDGE mechanics, and
never before seen pilot/mecha interdependence, Steel Roses
is a must have for fans of shoujo anime and mecha alike.
Now on sale at RPGNow.com!
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