Post by dj1678 on Nov 6, 2009 23:48:18 GMT -5
Aurem stood silently at the feet of his now one-armed GM Sniper in the repair hangar of the Arianrhod. Mechanics were busy arguing about whether it would be more efficient to retrieve the severed arm from the bottom of the ocean, along with a certain dropped bazooka, rather than simply making a new one out of spare parts.
"We've only got one that can even go down to get it in the first place, and it's damaged too!" One mechanic yelled referring to the Aqua GM.
"Well, maybe we should repair that one first and send it down to get the arm later. I'd rather have it functional anyway if those Zeek bastards come back. What the hell is our newbie commander thinking anyway, sending a fleet out without proper marine support."
Aurem turned away from his GM and the mechanics, heading off toward his quarters. He could still hear them arguing in the distance. It didn't really matter to Aurem what conclusion they came to, so long as they did it quickly. Whatever "it" was anyway. Aurem had been under Jarvis's command for a while now, and even though they hadn't had much real interaction, Aurem felt a certain companionship with his superior officer. Both were in relatively new positions, though Aurem would be first to admit that Jarvis's was probably the more difficult or the two. Aurem wanted to make himself as useful as possible, but a one-armed sniper doesn't really do anyone any good.
Thinking about how he lost that arm had started to make Aurem feel sick. He changed course heading for sickbay, but didn't make it far before a particularly large wave hit the Arianrhod. Aurem leaned over the side and shared this morning's breakfast with the fish in the ocean below.
Aurem sagged into a sitting position leaning against the wall of the battleship, looking out over the horizon trying to calm himself. It wasn't that Aurem hadn't been shot at before. It wasn't even the first time he'd almost died. It just reminded him of that other time. That other time he'd almost died. And his brother.
Mentally, Aurem added a second name to his list of people he owed his life to. He'd have to remember to thank Bigby Wolfe the next time he saw him. Aurem figured his life might be worth a few spoken words of thanks.
"We've only got one that can even go down to get it in the first place, and it's damaged too!" One mechanic yelled referring to the Aqua GM.
"Well, maybe we should repair that one first and send it down to get the arm later. I'd rather have it functional anyway if those Zeek bastards come back. What the hell is our newbie commander thinking anyway, sending a fleet out without proper marine support."
Aurem turned away from his GM and the mechanics, heading off toward his quarters. He could still hear them arguing in the distance. It didn't really matter to Aurem what conclusion they came to, so long as they did it quickly. Whatever "it" was anyway. Aurem had been under Jarvis's command for a while now, and even though they hadn't had much real interaction, Aurem felt a certain companionship with his superior officer. Both were in relatively new positions, though Aurem would be first to admit that Jarvis's was probably the more difficult or the two. Aurem wanted to make himself as useful as possible, but a one-armed sniper doesn't really do anyone any good.
Thinking about how he lost that arm had started to make Aurem feel sick. He changed course heading for sickbay, but didn't make it far before a particularly large wave hit the Arianrhod. Aurem leaned over the side and shared this morning's breakfast with the fish in the ocean below.
Aurem sagged into a sitting position leaning against the wall of the battleship, looking out over the horizon trying to calm himself. It wasn't that Aurem hadn't been shot at before. It wasn't even the first time he'd almost died. It just reminded him of that other time. That other time he'd almost died. And his brother.
Mentally, Aurem added a second name to his list of people he owed his life to. He'd have to remember to thank Bigby Wolfe the next time he saw him. Aurem figured his life might be worth a few spoken words of thanks.