Post by goufcustom on Nov 4, 2009 13:42:48 GMT -5
Jarvis stands on the bridge of the Arianrhod, gazing out onto the seas. His mouth is twisted into a scowl. He had been given command of a number of ships, something most would be happy for. As he had been...
He'd been given a full grand tour of the boat. Shown all major sections, introduced to officers and crew leaders he was likely to interact with, given full specs on the massive hangar capacity, armaments, and the same for the two Hillocks floating nearby. This was a grand set of vessels, and Jarvis had been humbled and honored to take their command. He had thought it would be years before he was given command of a vessel, and likely that would be one of less size and importance.
And then he had found the note.
Set on a cabinet in his bunk, it was. Addressed to him personally. It read, simply:
"Fight well, son. With these ships at your command, I know you can do your mother and I proud.
With love, your father."
Recalling it made him grit his teeth in anger. He was part of the military specifically to get away from his family's influence, but it followed him regardless.
"Sir? Is something the matter?"
It was that girl. The same one he'd yelled at. The same one that he stumbled across on the beach in Samoa. Now she was stationed on the bridge crew of the Arianrhod. He sighed, and let his head fall forward, bonking against the window.
He could not catch a break.
He'd been given a full grand tour of the boat. Shown all major sections, introduced to officers and crew leaders he was likely to interact with, given full specs on the massive hangar capacity, armaments, and the same for the two Hillocks floating nearby. This was a grand set of vessels, and Jarvis had been humbled and honored to take their command. He had thought it would be years before he was given command of a vessel, and likely that would be one of less size and importance.
And then he had found the note.
Set on a cabinet in his bunk, it was. Addressed to him personally. It read, simply:
"Fight well, son. With these ships at your command, I know you can do your mother and I proud.
With love, your father."
Recalling it made him grit his teeth in anger. He was part of the military specifically to get away from his family's influence, but it followed him regardless.
"Sir? Is something the matter?"
It was that girl. The same one he'd yelled at. The same one that he stumbled across on the beach in Samoa. Now she was stationed on the bridge crew of the Arianrhod. He sighed, and let his head fall forward, bonking against the window.
He could not catch a break.