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Post by aleksei on Nov 8, 2009 19:54:59 GMT -5
Shells from the Hillocks continued to rain on Manila right at dawn. Although few actually landed on the base, the 87th Integrated Fleet believed it necessary to bring psychological pain on the spacenoids.
Hirsch could not sleep from all the noise, but he had no particular reason to get up this morning. With his suit in repairs, the test pilot was given time off to get his head straight. Even his cabin mate who detested him noticed that Hirsch was shell shocked from the entire ordeal and even began to cut him some slack.
"The boys and I heard you took on five of them aqua Zeeks and managed to kill one of 'em. You did good, Scuba Steve, did very good. Don't it feel good to blast one of 'em motha fuckas out of the water? You need to make sure they repair that GM good so that you can go back in and push their shit in, ya' here?"
The last words of the seaman drifted as he turned over and slept.
"I can't stand this anymore!"
Hirsch bolted from his bed and walked up to the flight deck. He was wearing nothing but boxer short and flip flops, but it was fine since there were few personnel on duty. Leaning at the end of the runway, he looked down at the water many meters below him and thought about jumping.
"How long before the Himilaya's blades turn me into sashimi slices?"
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Post by dj1678 on Nov 8, 2009 23:18:56 GMT -5
After emptying his stomach over the rail earlier, Aurem decided the two best things for his system right now would be continued fresh air and to replace the food he'd lost. He made his way down to the kitchens and asked for the food that would be easiest on his still slightly upset stomach. The cook thought for a little bit before handing Aurem a loaf of bread and a can of tuna fish. Aurem wasn't so sure about the tuna, but took it anyway, figuring the cook knew better than he did.
Taking his newly acquired meal, Aurem began to walk laps around the top level of the battle ship while nibbling on the bread. He decided to walk toward the aft of the carrier to give himself a little extra time to fortify himself for when he passed the spot he lost his GM's arm. The bread was a little stale, but overall not bad. He was looking dubiously at the can of tuna and not really paying attention when he heard the tailing end of a comment referring to sashimi slices.
Aurem looked up and saw Hirsch Munchek looking rather gloomy standing by the railing. Not really enthusiastic about the tuna anyway, Aurem decided that even if it wasn't sashimi, Hirsch would probably appreciate it more than he would anyway.
He tapped Hirsch on the shoulder and said, "Not Sashimi, but still fish. Eat." while holding out the can of tuna and a fork for Hirsch.
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Post by nualex21 on Nov 9, 2009 1:20:11 GMT -5
Arriving on the Arianrhod just in time to be briefed for the siege, Bibgy had only seen the launch deck, infirmary, and his GM's cockpit. It was time stretch his legs and find someway to entertain himself. He'd been walking the lower decks of hours now but everyone was either actually busy or pretended to be when he tried to start any form of conversation with them.
"Hey Seamen how old is your sister?" Bibgys standard starting line for any guy he didn't care about offending.
"I don't have any sisters sir."
"Oh, Then how old is your mother?"
"Not to be rude sir; but what does that have to do with anything between the two of us? You haven't even asked me my name."
"Seamen Whoever, first off there is nothing between the two of us and your name would only matter if I wanted to fuck you; but I don't. But on the other hand I might have to tell your mother how you died fighting for her right to be a whore...and then fuck her; so I'd like to know a little about her beforehand."
Thought enraged he was more in shock at the pure audacity of the Gundam pilot; the Seamen managed to bite his tongue and mutter something about being due for duty; but his words meet Bigby Wolfes back as he made his way to the upper deck of the ship in hopes of new conquest. Much to his surprise he was blindsided by the sight of one of the other pilots leaning over the railing in his boxers and being approached by someone with a chunk of bread and a can of tuna.
"If I knew I could get my meals delivered to me just by walking around in my boxers, I would have dropped trow the second i stepped foot on this ship. What happens if I finish the siege completely naked?"
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Post by aleksei on Nov 9, 2009 17:12:16 GMT -5
Food? He thought I was talking about food? What a relief...
Hirsch was embarassed. He had not expected to see anyone awake at this hour while dressed in just his underwear.
I must look like such a dweeb right now. I am practically naked and talking to myself about sashimi slices just as I was thinking about the benefits of ending my life...Oh no, he's staring at me now while waiting for a reponse. Well, what are you waiting for? Respond like a normal person. Respond!
"Grool, thanks."
He put the tuna in his mouth and chewed.
Did I just say great and cool in the same word?
"Eh...I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Private Hirsch Munchek, responsible for underwater tactical manuevers. Sorry, I look like such a hot mess right now. I really couldn't sleep this morning."
Nothing pleased Hirsch more than friendly gestures considering he had been afforded very few throughout his time on Earth since his return. His lack of interaction with people no longer made him feel like an Earthling,let alone human. When they did come up, he would take advantage of the situation by wearing his heart on his sleeve.
"I haven't slept in three days. Got any suggestions on what I should do?"
Another seaman was on deck and looking directly at Hirsch. He glared back, but felt bad about it two seconds later.
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Post by goufcustom on Nov 9, 2009 17:36:00 GMT -5
Jarvis had just been to visit the MS hangars. Finally another GM Command had been sent and recieved. He'd been up rather late making sure all the calibrations were just to his liking. He'd need the machine in tip-top shape the next time those swimmings Zeeks came around. But now it was quite late, and he needed what sleep he could manage.
On his way back to his quarters, however, he came across an odd assemblage of people chatting away. Well, not so much chatting as standing around awkwardly. There was the pilot of the Aqua GM Diver Harbor... Thing, whatever the blasted thing was called. Aaaaand he was half-naked. Brilliant. Aurem, also known to him as the quiet one, and that Wolfe fellow standing a bit off to the side. Didn't know much about him. Whatever they were up to, Hirsch's lack of pants did not point to a good sign. He walked up and cleared his throat.
"Gentlemen. Care to enlighten me on what is so fascinating about the waves at this hour?"
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Post by aleksei on Nov 9, 2009 17:49:10 GMT -5
Lieutenant Jarvis Ackart, chief of the 87th's siege operations, stood before Hirsch. It was like one those awful dreams from secondary school in which he was naked in the middle of class. Before he could say anything, Hirsch saluted and stood erect.
How the hell am I going to explain this?
"Sir, good morning. I could not sleep, so I took the liberty of measuring the acidity level in the water. If we have too much, it could affect...Oh, please excuse my lack of...pants."
Hirsch had been known as the running joke and the subject of many pranks among the servicemen. Such a shame that he appeared pathetic before the eyes of an officer too.
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