Post by goufcustom on Nov 12, 2009 12:08:05 GMT -5
Jarvis sits within the cockpit on his new GM. It's still not fully repaired from recent actions, but he doesn't care. He just wants to sit alone for a bit. No girl being awkward. No half-naked subordinates. No bloody Zeeks. Just him, silence, and a screen showing recent reports from other areas of the war. Things were less than super special awesome for the EFGF, with the loss of their Blue Destiny test unit, and more recently Lt. Nigel Ferdinand. Jarvis had never met the man, but the exploits of his unit were a seeming mixed bag.
What a mess. A full Himalaya, sunk by that... whatever the hell that big thing was. At least it went down too. Damn it. His first real command, and the whole thing botched. Well, at least the other ships of the fleet were okay. He'd gotten word of the Gwydion's safe arrival to Ceylon, where it would begin immediate repairs.
There had to be a way to salvage this situation. There always had to be a way out. Plus, if he didn't figure out something with the resources at hand, his father was bound to send something else his way, a gift to his son. Damn it, the old man just didn't get it. What was something worth if it wasn't accomplished by one's self? What to do, what to...
His stormy thoughts were interrupted, as the screen began flashing showing an incoming message. Jarvis dug out his monocle to read the message.
Second Lieutenant Jarvis Ackart, the message began. As he read, a scowl grew on the face of the Englishman. By the end, he was practically seething. He forced himself something resembling calm, and sat. He sat in the darkness of his cockpit, surrounded by the silence. And he thought...
What a mess. A full Himalaya, sunk by that... whatever the hell that big thing was. At least it went down too. Damn it. His first real command, and the whole thing botched. Well, at least the other ships of the fleet were okay. He'd gotten word of the Gwydion's safe arrival to Ceylon, where it would begin immediate repairs.
There had to be a way to salvage this situation. There always had to be a way out. Plus, if he didn't figure out something with the resources at hand, his father was bound to send something else his way, a gift to his son. Damn it, the old man just didn't get it. What was something worth if it wasn't accomplished by one's self? What to do, what to...
His stormy thoughts were interrupted, as the screen began flashing showing an incoming message. Jarvis dug out his monocle to read the message.
Second Lieutenant Jarvis Ackart, the message began. As he read, a scowl grew on the face of the Englishman. By the end, he was practically seething. He forced himself something resembling calm, and sat. He sat in the darkness of his cockpit, surrounded by the silence. And he thought...