Post by goufcustom on Oct 30, 2009 2:16:50 GMT -5
The Federation was not happy. They had plenty to not be happy about, if you really looked at things. The war was at something of a standstill, mobile suit research and development was going slowly, and a rather large family of poisonous snakes was moving into one of the storage closets in Jaburo.
And Jarvis had gotten a GM Command blown into pieces that might be large enough to use in the construction of a child's toy car. Sure, there wasn't a whole lot he could have done. What can one do when one is ambushed by two mobile suits, a wing of Dopps, and big... floating... thing like that? Exploding is really the only viable option. The Command unit was certainly not unique, but nor was it commonplace. It was also pretty high end, and as such expensive. Command (the organization, not the scrap heap) did not like losing expensive things.
Not that Jarvis was exactly thrilled by th event. And then with the higher ups not being happy, that only further decreased his own happiness. He hoped he made a better showing in the future. Damn Zeeks. They'd rue the day! Rue it!
At least Samoa was a step above Cambodia. Less intense plant life, and this was quite a pleasant beach he was walking along. And with no mobile suit, he couldn't even perform drills or annoy the technicians about it's status. He practically had a few days leave, aside from some paperwork each morning. All in all, not a bad situa-... oh hell. No, it couldn't be. Was that girl sitting outside the beachside cafe ahead the same one he yelled at a few days before? Oh, wouldn't that just figure. He had to find out.
Utilizing all his intense training, and the inherent stealth skills he had as a member of the British aristocracy, he crept up to the side of the small building. And in doing so, missed seeing a small ditch, and fell in, swearing. Quite loudly, really.
When he finally gained the poise to glance up, she was looking at him (and it was indeed her), with an expersion somewhere between laughter and intense apprehension.
And Jarvis had gotten a GM Command blown into pieces that might be large enough to use in the construction of a child's toy car. Sure, there wasn't a whole lot he could have done. What can one do when one is ambushed by two mobile suits, a wing of Dopps, and big... floating... thing like that? Exploding is really the only viable option. The Command unit was certainly not unique, but nor was it commonplace. It was also pretty high end, and as such expensive. Command (the organization, not the scrap heap) did not like losing expensive things.
Not that Jarvis was exactly thrilled by th event. And then with the higher ups not being happy, that only further decreased his own happiness. He hoped he made a better showing in the future. Damn Zeeks. They'd rue the day! Rue it!
At least Samoa was a step above Cambodia. Less intense plant life, and this was quite a pleasant beach he was walking along. And with no mobile suit, he couldn't even perform drills or annoy the technicians about it's status. He practically had a few days leave, aside from some paperwork each morning. All in all, not a bad situa-... oh hell. No, it couldn't be. Was that girl sitting outside the beachside cafe ahead the same one he yelled at a few days before? Oh, wouldn't that just figure. He had to find out.
Utilizing all his intense training, and the inherent stealth skills he had as a member of the British aristocracy, he crept up to the side of the small building. And in doing so, missed seeing a small ditch, and fell in, swearing. Quite loudly, really.
When he finally gained the poise to glance up, she was looking at him (and it was indeed her), with an expersion somewhere between laughter and intense apprehension.