Post by blackmage on Nov 14, 2009 20:29:09 GMT -5
Only the sound of paper being shuffled around could be heard in Cato Goloni's quarters aboard the Floppy Lion. For the past few hours he had been trying to coordinate with the captain of the ship, Issac Lon'Dozai. A man he had already butted heads with on one occasion after a training exercise. Cato studied many of the field reports that had been circulated among many officers in the Space Forces and already in some instances in seemed Zeon was gaining momentom. The Intel on the resource gathering was still considered fluid and still developing. One thing was clear, Wu Jinyuan was doing all the resource gathering for Zeon. Now with resent reports that Axis may indeed be operational, this was not all good news for the Space Forces.
"He's late." Cato thought to himself as he looked up at the clock just above his door. He had made the decision to swallow his pride and put his differences aside in order to work together with Lon'Dozai. He viewed the captain with utter contempt and little respect for him. To Cato at least it seemed as if the captain viewed war much differently then he himself viewed it. Ever since he first seen mobile suit action on earth he learned to never let his guard down while in combat. Cato's fingers brushed across his eye patch, for Cato that eyepatch and the loss of one of his eyes was a constant reminder to him of what war truly is.
Cato could not bring himself to understand how some of his fellow colleagues did not understand that war was cruelty. Since he had reboarded the Floppy Lion after his brief trip to the Ohm fleet the rumors of what he did on earth had appeared to begin their brief circulation as they did while he was stationed at Side 7. Cato did not understand the delay with this. He figured someone would do some digging before he arrives at his destination. While he pondered about random things concerning his young career in the Space Forces he poured himself a glass of rum while he waited for the captain to show.
"He's late." Cato thought to himself as he looked up at the clock just above his door. He had made the decision to swallow his pride and put his differences aside in order to work together with Lon'Dozai. He viewed the captain with utter contempt and little respect for him. To Cato at least it seemed as if the captain viewed war much differently then he himself viewed it. Ever since he first seen mobile suit action on earth he learned to never let his guard down while in combat. Cato's fingers brushed across his eye patch, for Cato that eyepatch and the loss of one of his eyes was a constant reminder to him of what war truly is.
Cato could not bring himself to understand how some of his fellow colleagues did not understand that war was cruelty. Since he had reboarded the Floppy Lion after his brief trip to the Ohm fleet the rumors of what he did on earth had appeared to begin their brief circulation as they did while he was stationed at Side 7. Cato did not understand the delay with this. He figured someone would do some digging before he arrives at his destination. While he pondered about random things concerning his young career in the Space Forces he poured himself a glass of rum while he waited for the captain to show.
