kuriboh
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Post by kuriboh on Nov 6, 2009 17:11:51 GMT -5
Florian had been vomiting when he'd finally landed at the small Zeon waystation he's been staying at. Thankfully, the boy'd had the sense to remove his helmet and find a bag , and was careful enough to hold it closed so the contents wouldn't spill away.
Only when he was done did he open the cockpit door, wincing at the light of the hangar. He hadn't realized how tense he was, or how much his head was hurting until just now. It may have been the adrenaline wearing off. He didn't particularly care.
A swarm of people were, at once, crowding around the cockpit. About half were trying to ascertain his well-being (because god forbid something bad happening to him - Flannigan subjects were hard to secure for combat). The rest were after the battle Data within the Dom. Florian couldn't help but scan the crowd looking for the blond mane of Siobhan. It wasn't there.
Wordlessly he pushed through the crowd, easier out here than it would have been on the moon for someone his size, and booked it for the pilot's lounge. It was the fastest way to his quarters. Unfortunately for him, some of the swarm followed, still trying to figure out how he felt or if anything was wrong with him. But Florian had a headstart. He locked the lounge door upon arriving, and then let himself float, a small sigh of discomfort passing his lips. He missed Shiv.
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Post by Frenzy on Nov 8, 2009 22:10:08 GMT -5
In the same waystation, Richard and his adjutant, one Petty Officer 2nd Class Matthew White, moved through the hallways using the grippers to get to the mess hall that the station had. Richard would fill out his reports later, but for now he wanted to take the opportunity to unwind for a bit before continuing. He opened a conversation with Matthew as the door opened and the two entered.
"Well, I'd say that attack went decently, wouldn't you, Petty Officer?"
"I don't follow, sir. We didn't destroy any of their ships."
"This is true, but casualties on our side were minimal, and we proved that we have the ability to pose a threat to a well-defended fleet like that one without ship support. Everyone performed to the best of their abilities and carried out their assigned duties well. All that's left is to collect the after action reports."
"Why couldn't that Musai from last time assist us, sir? The captain and her strategist would've probably have done us some good."
"Unfortunately I don't have jurisdiction over the MAF, nor am I of high enough rank to order the ship around. Though from what I've heard, the subcaptain of the ship is a...rather unique individual. I can't say I fault him for his planning so far, though. It's been working so far, but it's good to be vigilant just in case. No use worrying right now, though. We've done all we can for the moment, but there's still much more work ahead of us before we can really take it easy."
Richard got a water and a hamburger to eat before sitting down at a nearby table. Since he'd returned from combat, he'd since removed his contacts and placed his glasses back on. As he started eating, he wondered how many of the other attack participants were onboard, or how long they'd stay before going to carry out their orders.
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Post by kuriboh on Nov 8, 2009 22:52:50 GMT -5
Florian had calmed down sufficently to return to his quarters for a shower, whereupon he'd scrubbed himself pink, and rubbed enough shampoo in his hair to give it that rubberlike feel, and only when he was sure he was clean, did he don his uniform (and how tight it felt on him) and return to the hallways of the station.
He managed to evade his swarm of perusers. He didn't want to confess to the splitting ache in his head, and so he traveled facing the floor, letitng the wet curls of his hair serve to block away some of the bright white light.
His wanderings took him to the cafeteria. He didn't realize how hungry he was until then. A check of the watch on his wrist alerted him (and with some panic), that he'd missed his mealtime by almost an hour. Not a grievous sin, but Siobhan would disapprove. He entered quickly, hoping to grab whatever was on offer and bolt, but stopped dead in his tracks (or as best he could, in space,) at the sight of one Richard Banks, the man that Siobhan had, through a letter, designated as his immediate superior for the time being.
The boy threw up a salute as fast as his arms would let him.
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Isaiah
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Post by Isaiah on Nov 9, 2009 4:18:10 GMT -5
Caleb sat on a railing adjacent to his odd-looking mobile unit, his chin resting on his right hand and holding papers with battle data on the other. There really wasn’t much damage dealt to his suit but he wasn’t one to take chances. He didn’t bother to hide the yawn that came out and shifted his attention to the other unit beside his. Mechanics were already hard at work, but there was another group of people that swarmed it. He couldn’t hide the grin on his face.
Surprise, surprise…
Just then, the cockpit door opened. Florian looked sick as he came out and scanned the crowd then pushed right through it. Caleb eyed them until they disappeared from view, and then turned his attention to the papers at hand. It takes a lot to impress Caleb, the prideful jerk that he is, but that kid scored a kill when he could only take out an arm. He had to admit Florian has potential, but he was not to be outdone by a test subject. Let alone an unstable one.
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Frenzy
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Post by Frenzy on Nov 9, 2009 17:59:32 GMT -5
Richard looked up when he noticed someone standing in front of him. He'd been pouring over what data he had on hand from the battle, trying to figure out if allocating a few of the MS that had been part of the distraction team to the hit team would've worked. The person in question was Florian Cuyler, one of the Flanagan subjects. He returned the salute and smiled.
"You can sit down if you want to, Florian. I'm just eating my meal, so there's no reason to stand on ceremony for the time being. However, I'd like to convey my gratitude for your assistance in this last battle. Your performance was excellent, and...well, thank you. While we didn't do the kind of damage that I'd hoped, we came out alive, and that's all I really ask of those under my command."
He slid a pad of paper and a pen across the table in the newtype's direction. He'd been told that Florian was non-verbal, so this was the only real way he'd be able to carry on a conversation with him.
"I'd like your thoughts on the battle if you're willing. If you think there was something wrong with the plan or my actions, please tell me. I will be the first to admit that I'm still fairly green in the arena of leading people in combat. And the only way I'll improve is if I have feedback. Reports alone will only tell me so much, after all."
Though he didn't say more, he also felt that it would be best to know more about those under his command. Unit cohesion was important, after all. They'd worked well for their first large scale battle, but he wanted to be able to show that he was deserving of his command. And the pilots under his command working together well was paramount, otherwise an attack could fail because of some petty reason.
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kuriboh
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Post by kuriboh on Nov 9, 2009 22:50:37 GMT -5
Florian dropped the salute and sat when asked, though his eyes wandered, ever so slightly, to behind the commander's head - where the food was being served. But the proffered pen and and paper, not to mention the posed question kept him still.
'efficient', he wrote, with slightly shaky handwriting, 'more support'.
He wasn't used to writing his thoughts. Normally, he'd have Siobhan to speak for him. A small frown crossed his face, and he quickly scribbled down 'Shiv?' If Banks had known that Florian wouldn't talk (and he obviously did, if he'd offered an alternative means of communication,) then there was a long shot that his beloved Handler had been by recently.
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Post by Frenzy on Nov 10, 2009 23:51:40 GMT -5
For a moment, Richard didn't know who the young newtype was referring to. There wasn't anyone by that name on the outpost at the moment as far as he knew. But then it hit him - it was the name, or nickname, of the person whom had informed him of Florian's non-verbal status.
"She's not here, but if the report I got was accurate, she'll be meeting you at your next destination. I guess command figured it'd be best to send her to where you will be next rather than trying to ship her around the earth sphere. So, soon with any luck. And thank you for the feedback. It seems we were on the same wavelength in that area."
He'd noticed the newtype's glance at where the food was being served. Smiling, he continued, not wanting to keep Florian from a good meal.
"Go ahead and get something to eat - I don't want to keep you. I look forward to future operations with you, though."
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Post by pinksoyuz on Nov 11, 2009 3:18:31 GMT -5
Coming in quite a bit after the remnants of the assault force trickled into the station, the Zaku I MPSET with its ungainly backpack finally passed through the main airlock and soon found itself perched alongside its damaged mechanical brethren in the hangar. In no time the motorized catwalks extended with its mechanic and technician compliment, arriving in front of the Zaku's cockpit just in time for the hatches to unlock and swing upward to expose its pilot to the artificial fluorescent lighting of the hangar bay.
Immediately Nadia Adelaide saw a clipboard shoved into her hands by an attentive technician who then asked, "How was the testing, Ms. Adelaide?"
"It went well," she replied, a slight slur apparent in her speech from the effects of the sedative.
She looked up at the man and smiled even though he couldn't see her face behind the visor. Nadia then went on to read the contents of the paper before signing it and handing the clipboard back to technician; she would be typing up the after action report later after she could get some proper sleep. Poking her head out of the cockpit, Nadia could see the sea of people in traditional overalls and military issue space suits and further abreast of her were the mobile suits that participated in the recent engagement with the Federation resupply fleet. The Doms and their particular newtype-variant Dom PTT were interesting to view, seeing as how they came from the rival Zimmad Corporation, but what attracted her undivided attention was the Prototype Gelgoog mobile suit. Even in its battle scarred state, the prototype high performance mobile suit embodied the epiphany of Zeonic's mobile suit technical knowledge and an opportunity to examine it could not be passed up.
The female test pilot inched herself out of the cockpit, still a bit drowsy, and saw whom she believed was the prototype mobile suit's pilot. While normally she wouldn't bother going over to speak to another person just for the sake of doing so, her innate curiosity beckoned her to learn more about the mobile suit. As a fellow Zeonic Company test pilot, perhaps it would be easier to get straight to the point with minimal small talk.
Nadia propelled herself through the zero-gravity environment towards the male pilot seemingly unnoticed as he appeared preoccupied with something in the opposite direction. With her helmet still on, she found her footing on the catwalk and then leaned her back up against the supported railing.
"Zeonic Company's Prototype Gelgoog. I've heard of it in the reports, but I never thought I'd actually see it up close and in person," she said aloud, her helmet giving a hollow tone to her speech. "A reactor with sufficient power to supply the activation energy for the degeneration of Minovsky particles," she continued, awe still lingering in her voice.
The woman turned to face the male pilot and stuck out her gloved hand to offer a handshake. "My name's Nadia Adelaide. A fellow Zeonic test pilot, as you can see," she said, referring to her unique spacesuit that identified her as such.
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Post by Isaiah on Nov 11, 2009 11:16:35 GMT -5
I may have to tweak the targeting software…
Caleb was already halfway through the battle data when another mobile suit came into the station. He frowned as he tried to identify the unit while absent-mindedly scratching the back of his head. The answer came to him at the same time the mobile suit settled itself. It was another prototype produced by the Zeonic Company; a stealth unit of sorts. He smiled at that thought while he looked at the equipment on its back.
Doesn’t it affect the mobility of the suit? How can they call that a stealth unit?
With a sigh, he resumed reading the report. After a while, he noticed a lone figure approaching his position. He didn’t bother to look up and took a smoke and a lighter from his front pocket. Before he could light it, the stranger was already talking.
"Zeonic Company's Prototype Gelgoog. I've heard of it in the reports, but I never thought I'd actually see it up close and in person," she said aloud, her helmet giving a hollow tone to her speech. "A reactor with sufficient power to supply the activation energy for the degeneration of Minovsky particles," she continued, awe still lingering in her voice.
Caleb spared a quick glance without making it too obvious and immediately looked at his unit. He tucked the lighter back in his front pocket while he pondered on her words.
At least she knows what she’s talking about. Nice curves, too.
The other pilot extended her hand to offer a handshake while introducing herself.
"My name's Nadia Adelaide. A fellow Zeonic test pilot, as you can see," referring to her unique spacesuit that identified her as such.
“Caleb DeGrau,” he replied, as he wiped his hand on his jacket before accepting the handshake. “How can I help you, Ms. Adelaide?”
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Post by pinksoyuz on Nov 11, 2009 22:37:43 GMT -5
Nadia returned the handshake and then looked back upward toward the top of the Prototype Gelgoog, then back down at Caleb. "Oh, I was just admiring this mobile suit. I mean, it's not every day you see one armed with a beam weapon, right?"
She paused for a moment to unfasten her helmet and tuck it under one of her arms, almost instantly forcing her to squint in order to counter the brightness of the large fluorescent arrays that were no longer being filtered by the helmet. Nadia then finally noticed the computer tablet that Caleb was holding, helping her to come to the realization that she had in fact interrupted a fellow test pilot's analysis work, which, as she knew too well, was a pet peeve for most.
"Oh!" Nadia exclaimed after noticing. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I also have a bit of work to do myself," she said apologetically, holding up her clipboard for Caleb to see.
Flashing a nervous smile at him, Nadia hastily excused herself and began to walk in the direction of the installation's mess hall.
"I'll, um, try to catch you at a better time. I'm just, uh, going to go get something to eat before I work on this," she said sheepishly after turning around a few steps away from the male Zeonic test pilot.
The woman then pivoted on her heels and resumed walking toward the mess hall while absent-mindedly scratching the back of her neck where a visibly large gauze pad was applied.
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