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Post by altoh on Oct 27, 2009 17:24:30 GMT -5
Simmons' teeth...or rather, the lack of them were beginning to ache again. Maybe it was his puffed up cheeks that are just greasing up the inside of his helmet's visor. Or worse (and most likely the culprit), his horribly bruised ego. After being in "multiple" brawls a few days ago in which he lost both of them due to unfair circumstances, Simmons felt quite tenderized. Physically and mentally.
As if it wasn't enough, he's now in his GM-E cruising parallel to the Floppy Lion, captained by his new commander. The man who had to sign papers for his release from the brig; Upon which, Simmons was greeted by a dismal prank. A crude drawing resembling a vagina had been painted on his GM's skirt, and it took him hours of pain to scrub off the insult. Simmons could swear up and down that the damned waystation was full of Zeon sympathizers. But that was irrelevant. His GM's thrusters lightly wiggled and blew, pushing the GM lightly towards its mothership.
The GM then lightly touched the hull with its fingers, and Simmons opened a channel to the bridge of the Floppy Lion. The Petty Officer had decided to at least pay some respects to the captain.
"...Marc Simmuhns, repuhrting fhur duty."
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Post by altoh on Oct 28, 2009 1:51:26 GMT -5
- FAST FORWARD ONE DAY LATER AFTER OCTOBER 27TH SPAR -
Simmons grumbled inside of his GM. Seriously? Him? The first one to be taken down? The young man twiddled his thumbs as he anticipated the next spar between the team; There will be plenty of training opportunities between the pilots of the newest machines of the Federation. And this time, he's going to ensure he's the last GM standing.
"...Cato, you bastard. And Issac...your ship could've moved a bit faster, your commands are too slow." Unfortunately, Marc's pride is a bit too hurt today for the words to go beyond bouncing inside his helmet. At least his cheeks are no longer swollen.
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Post by Daren on Oct 28, 2009 19:37:49 GMT -5
"Did he just say that?" Asked issac in a deadpan voice. "He did." was the reply from his second in command. "Well he'll soon regret it. Rose open the comm channel."
"Hey Simmons, do you have something to say about yesterdays spar?"
(OOC: kinda weird but I'm getting into it.)
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Post by altoh on Oct 28, 2009 19:44:44 GMT -5
Simmons gnashes his teeth, which triggered the ache again.
"O...Ow!...G...Dammit, nothing! Everything was fine about yesterday's spar!"
Simmons continued to check over his left monitor, tears welling up from the pain. He really did wish that he had taken up the infirmary's advice of taking pain killers.
"..Ggh....pressure... on left elbow joint is fine...Damn technicians, this is the correct number! Why are they trying to change it?!"
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Post by Daren on Oct 28, 2009 20:02:27 GMT -5
Issac glanced at Rose and gave her a quick grin before responding. "I'm surprised you think so Simmons. Getting used as a shield by your fellow pilots looks rather embarrassing to be honest." Issac saw Rose shake her head at his antics. But he felt it was a good time to see how Simmons reacted under pressure.
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Post by altoh on Oct 28, 2009 21:56:54 GMT -5
Simmons continued to grumble, the headset sending vibrations through his teeth that just added injury to the insult. Struggling to continue to tighten this bolt on the GM's faceplate with a wrench, Simmons responded.
"...Fff...y-you know what?! If we had a real fight, there's no way they could've beaten me! I-if you'll excuse me, I'm..b-busy helping the maintenance!"
Having the GM tied to the Floppy Lion as it cruised was quite unnerving for Simmons. But even more unnerving was him standing outside, gripping on to a random vent, trying to make sure that his wrench doesn't fly away into oblivion. If they had a damned hangar, he wouldn't have to worry about losing his grip and being possibly lost in space for eternity..
Damn it! When will the Federation get battleships that can actually carry mobile suits?!
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Post by Daren on Oct 28, 2009 22:03:47 GMT -5
Issac nodded. "Perhaps that is a fair assessment. But that only proves you should have been taking the spar as seriously as you would have taken a real fight." He began to pace slowly across the bridge. "Now I'm not trying to criticize you. I merely want you to understand what I'm saying." said Issac.
He stopped pacing and faced the comm. "If you truly intend to survive this war you need to understand. You have to approach every venture with a bit of hesitation. Do you understand what I mean?" asked Issac?
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Post by altoh on Oct 28, 2009 22:12:12 GMT -5
So I have to play to win...shit, he didn't have to tell me what I already knew!
Simmons grumbled and replied with a quick "Understood, sir! Over!" and ended the communication. He thought the advice was particularly sound, but the Petty Officer did not want to acknowledge it completely. An--ah! The wrench slipped out of his hand. Simmons manages to catch it, but he bumps his head on the rim of the GM's main camera.
More than anything, at the moment he wished that he could rub the back of his head with his hands without exposing his body into the fatal vacuum of space.
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