Post by aleksei on Nov 4, 2009 21:10:11 GMT -5
The 87th Integrated Fleet had crossed into East Asia overnight. For the sailors aboard the naval triage, it seemed like they barely moved at all -- there was still an expanse of blue ocean all around them. Many were unsettled by the lack of noise and, frankly, not much to do on these floating prisons. It was even worse in their tiny cabins where many simply became restless. Death by a Zeek would have been certainly welcomed.
Hirsch felt like he was in another world. In Samoa, he spent his time on leave snorkeling, and collecting shells, bones and bits of coral. Therapeutic yes, but it primarily served to occupy his mind. He kissed a man after all, and was prepared to go all the way with a guy who turned out to be his Zeek.
He was really hot though...
In his shared cabin, he took out all the sea junk and laid it out on a work table. Metals of all types were on there next to a bunch of tools too.
"Fucking with them toys again?" his cabin mate said in a deep voice from his bunkbed.
"They are not toys. In fact, they are minature soldiers."
"They have stupid shells for heads."
"That means they are Zeeks! And-"
Hirsch thought he was actually interested in listening, but the seaman just cut him off, "I don't care. Just turn off the lights before you go to sleep or I'll kick your ass."
Scraps from the hangars and washed up exoskelotons from mollusks were the only materials he could gather to make his minatures in such extreme conditions. Upon assembling all their parts and gluing heads, he set them in formation on the far end of the table. He picked up the one that most resembled a Gouf and imitated a German accent.
"Wolves of Odessa: The battle is almost over! The Federal scum are no match for us."
At the other end, Hirsch positioned a group of models he bought on route to the Pacific. Each had flashy gadgets, glossy coat of paint and joints that bent -- these were not amateurish. Most commercial stores around Earth Sphere, at least those that remained, began to stock these new toys that resembled the Federation's new line of mobile suits. It was clearly a propaganda device used to convince the Earth dwellers that help was on the way. Of all the people affected by the war, children needed a sign of hope. Or better yet, a reason to join the Feds should the war drag on any longer.
He lifted one of the shining GMs into the air and adjusted the beam rifle, "You will never get passed us! We will destroy all of you!"
Pew. Pew. Pew. Pew...
Hirsch's innocence clouded the fact that the fleet was headed directly into enemy territory and was soon to put him face-to-face with a real Zeek in battle.
Pew. Pew. Pew. Pew...
Hirsch felt like he was in another world. In Samoa, he spent his time on leave snorkeling, and collecting shells, bones and bits of coral. Therapeutic yes, but it primarily served to occupy his mind. He kissed a man after all, and was prepared to go all the way with a guy who turned out to be his Zeek.
He was really hot though...
In his shared cabin, he took out all the sea junk and laid it out on a work table. Metals of all types were on there next to a bunch of tools too.
"Fucking with them toys again?" his cabin mate said in a deep voice from his bunkbed.
"They are not toys. In fact, they are minature soldiers."
"They have stupid shells for heads."
"That means they are Zeeks! And-"
Hirsch thought he was actually interested in listening, but the seaman just cut him off, "I don't care. Just turn off the lights before you go to sleep or I'll kick your ass."
Scraps from the hangars and washed up exoskelotons from mollusks were the only materials he could gather to make his minatures in such extreme conditions. Upon assembling all their parts and gluing heads, he set them in formation on the far end of the table. He picked up the one that most resembled a Gouf and imitated a German accent.
"Wolves of Odessa: The battle is almost over! The Federal scum are no match for us."
At the other end, Hirsch positioned a group of models he bought on route to the Pacific. Each had flashy gadgets, glossy coat of paint and joints that bent -- these were not amateurish. Most commercial stores around Earth Sphere, at least those that remained, began to stock these new toys that resembled the Federation's new line of mobile suits. It was clearly a propaganda device used to convince the Earth dwellers that help was on the way. Of all the people affected by the war, children needed a sign of hope. Or better yet, a reason to join the Feds should the war drag on any longer.
He lifted one of the shining GMs into the air and adjusted the beam rifle, "You will never get passed us! We will destroy all of you!"
Pew. Pew. Pew. Pew...
Hirsch's innocence clouded the fact that the fleet was headed directly into enemy territory and was soon to put him face-to-face with a real Zeek in battle.
Pew. Pew. Pew. Pew...