Post by flippmoke on Nov 10, 2009 15:24:18 GMT -5
The Benedictus was gaining altitude after the retreat from RF-1 and everyone on board was still very tense. Their sixth straight day in battle was straining on the few remaining units of the Brigade.
"Well, when you are right, you are right," said Lieutenant Joe Dzurik with a sigh as he was standing next to Prince Nigel Ferdinand in the cockpit of the Medea.
"I really have to say, I wish you were wrong more often," said Nigel as he leaned against the side wall of aircraft rolling his eyes.
"Did the Chicken Little get anyone on board?" continued Nigel as he stared out at the expanse of the desert in front of the Medea.
"Negative, they report that they were barely able to get off in time themselves. They say they lost contact with the 2nd Platoon before it was able to make it onboard. The rest of the mobile suits are currently missing too, we don't know how many of them got out." said the pilot of the Medea as he leaned back in his pilot seat a little with a stressed look on his face.
"How the hell did we get assigned this mission?" said Nigel with a terribly overwhelmed look on his face.
"I have no idea either," said Joe with a shake of his head. "An operation like the one we had draws tons of attention, they obviously sent us in understaffed. I understand the Federation is low on resources, but this operation has been almost silly."
Moral had hit an all time low aboard the ship and its wear was present even in Joe's hardened face.
"I am surprised we are still alive." said Nigel as he looked down to the floor for a moment.
"We aren't dead because God has something for us to do with our lives," said Melissa Ferdinand who suddenly appeared in the behind of the two officers.
"What god would allow something like this?" said Joe in an ever pessimistic view.
"Each person's got to find out what God has planned for them by themselves," responded Melissa with an unexpected small smile. "Then you gotta believe in it, and that's called faith."
"Well, when you are right, you are right," said Lieutenant Joe Dzurik with a sigh as he was standing next to Prince Nigel Ferdinand in the cockpit of the Medea.
"I really have to say, I wish you were wrong more often," said Nigel as he leaned against the side wall of aircraft rolling his eyes.
"Did the Chicken Little get anyone on board?" continued Nigel as he stared out at the expanse of the desert in front of the Medea.
"Negative, they report that they were barely able to get off in time themselves. They say they lost contact with the 2nd Platoon before it was able to make it onboard. The rest of the mobile suits are currently missing too, we don't know how many of them got out." said the pilot of the Medea as he leaned back in his pilot seat a little with a stressed look on his face.
"How the hell did we get assigned this mission?" said Nigel with a terribly overwhelmed look on his face.
"I have no idea either," said Joe with a shake of his head. "An operation like the one we had draws tons of attention, they obviously sent us in understaffed. I understand the Federation is low on resources, but this operation has been almost silly."
Moral had hit an all time low aboard the ship and its wear was present even in Joe's hardened face.
"I am surprised we are still alive." said Nigel as he looked down to the floor for a moment.
"We aren't dead because God has something for us to do with our lives," said Melissa Ferdinand who suddenly appeared in the behind of the two officers.
"What god would allow something like this?" said Joe in an ever pessimistic view.
"Each person's got to find out what God has planned for them by themselves," responded Melissa with an unexpected small smile. "Then you gotta believe in it, and that's called faith."