Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24901923-20150907013943/@comment-24901923-20150916232350

Arcturus scowled briefly as he looked at his Scroll. Thinking on his and Halvard's duel with the HA Ace, he knew they needed the help. This wasn't the kind of shit you pulled on a unit about to deploy, but he'd roll with it.

"The HA deployed at least one Sentinel-class pilot in our last mission. Our savior, a Sentinel-Class in his eighties called Reaper, reviewed the combat data at my request. I submitted his report along with my own. It's truly horrifying. That pilot didn't fight with the skill and experience you expect from a Sentinel, just an Ace. That means their performance can only be the result of cyborg enhancement. Given the scale of their army, there are no doubt genuine Sentinels in thier ranks, so I'm not sure if the factory's new MS prototypes will be enough. What could possibly be enough, when the enemy could create an army of Aces, Sentinels, and Super Sentinels with a round of mass surgery if they become truly desperate? And this problem is only compounded by the fact that it's only a matter of time before they manage to reverse-engineer the SMC's remote-pilot technology from the MS they've captured. That's why we got the Sergeant, why Command is desperate to see the factory's MS prototypes built in time. To stop the HA now, or at least buy time for another solution.", Arcturus confessed, his ears hung low.