Post by Isaiah on Oct 12, 2011 10:27:02 GMT -5
This is not where he wanted to be.
Gabriel can feel the steady hum of the ship as he rested his back on the steel wall, adjusted himself and set his reports on the floor before burying his face in his hands. Despite the oppressive feeling that hung in the air, he still managed to laugh at the situation. It had only been two weeks since he got pulled out of his retirement, thrust into Mobile Suit retraining and now, probably in the second most nerve wracking wait in his life. Nothing beats wife-in-labor. Nothing.
He stared up at the Jaeger in front of him. It was definitely a superb machine in all aspects, notches above from his former Zaku unit with all the fancy stuff you could ever want and yet, there was a part of him that disliked it.
“Sup, old-timer!”
Why does that sound like a four letter word?
Gabriel turned his head towards the approaching group of Marines that were stationed at about the same time as him and easily recognized the loudmouth in the front. Gabriel grabbed his reports, stood up and extended his free hand. It was always nice to see a familiar face.
"If ever your commander pulls out a gun, watch out for friendly fire," Gabriel said jokingly, as he shook the hand of his comrade; Irving Sonnen.
Irving shook Gabriel’s hand then nodded to the group behind him and they took off to continue the ship’s inspection. Gabriel resumed what he was doing and Irving followed suit, after shrugging off a slight pain from his right leg.
“Back in the saddle, eh?” Irving asked, rubbing his right leg absent-mindedly.
Gabriel gave a nod in response. He promised Marié that he would avoid Mobile Suits entirely after they were married and he kept that promise. The past two years seemed like a dream to the veteran pilot. He received a few offers to render service to Riah Republic’s military but he declined, setting up a small but steadily growing business in Side 6 instead. He felt a pang of regret not telling his wife the nature of his "business trip" but it couldn't be helped.
"Think those kids are gonna' make it?" Irving asked. He was probably talking about the ship's MS contingent.
"All the good ones are either dead or in hiding," Gabriel said, "Either they prove themselves here or, well... you know what I mean."
"Hmm."
There was a short pause in the conversation, a reflection on their previous time on the battlefield.
"That's a great unit in front of you, Gabe. You should learn to trust it," Irving said, as he got up and jogged towards the location the Marines went. Gabriel just smiled at Irving's comment. He'd wondered if the guy was channeling his father's spirit.
So, that's one Mobile Suit to tame and a lot of explaining to do when he gets home.
The list just goes on.
Gabriel can feel the steady hum of the ship as he rested his back on the steel wall, adjusted himself and set his reports on the floor before burying his face in his hands. Despite the oppressive feeling that hung in the air, he still managed to laugh at the situation. It had only been two weeks since he got pulled out of his retirement, thrust into Mobile Suit retraining and now, probably in the second most nerve wracking wait in his life. Nothing beats wife-in-labor. Nothing.
He stared up at the Jaeger in front of him. It was definitely a superb machine in all aspects, notches above from his former Zaku unit with all the fancy stuff you could ever want and yet, there was a part of him that disliked it.
“Sup, old-timer!”
Why does that sound like a four letter word?
Gabriel turned his head towards the approaching group of Marines that were stationed at about the same time as him and easily recognized the loudmouth in the front. Gabriel grabbed his reports, stood up and extended his free hand. It was always nice to see a familiar face.
"If ever your commander pulls out a gun, watch out for friendly fire," Gabriel said jokingly, as he shook the hand of his comrade; Irving Sonnen.
Irving shook Gabriel’s hand then nodded to the group behind him and they took off to continue the ship’s inspection. Gabriel resumed what he was doing and Irving followed suit, after shrugging off a slight pain from his right leg.
“Back in the saddle, eh?” Irving asked, rubbing his right leg absent-mindedly.
Gabriel gave a nod in response. He promised Marié that he would avoid Mobile Suits entirely after they were married and he kept that promise. The past two years seemed like a dream to the veteran pilot. He received a few offers to render service to Riah Republic’s military but he declined, setting up a small but steadily growing business in Side 6 instead. He felt a pang of regret not telling his wife the nature of his "business trip" but it couldn't be helped.
"Think those kids are gonna' make it?" Irving asked. He was probably talking about the ship's MS contingent.
"All the good ones are either dead or in hiding," Gabriel said, "Either they prove themselves here or, well... you know what I mean."
"Hmm."
There was a short pause in the conversation, a reflection on their previous time on the battlefield.
"That's a great unit in front of you, Gabe. You should learn to trust it," Irving said, as he got up and jogged towards the location the Marines went. Gabriel just smiled at Irving's comment. He'd wondered if the guy was channeling his father's spirit.
So, that's one Mobile Suit to tame and a lot of explaining to do when he gets home.
The list just goes on.
