Post by Nomad on Nov 16, 2009 2:28:22 GMT -5
It was a small tent camouflaged to blend in with the desert sands, not too far off from the border of Libya. The GM-S had been buried under the earth to keep Zeon planes from learning of its location. Jane was on the way back to her camp, carrying supplies as she dodged patrols, by lurking in the shadows. After getting just what she needed from the marketplace, she left Remada via dark alley ways. She had managed to disguise herself as a local by wearing an Abaya, a typical Arabic woman’s dress. She was in disguise, but her Arabic was limited and there was no way she could pull of the accent if questioned.
In time she managed to rendezvous with her ride, an 80s Toyota pick up. The driver was paid simply to drive and shut his mouth unless when questioned by Zeon soldiers at checkpoints. The whole time there was one thing specifically on her mind, and that was what her next action would be. Several test pilots from the 42nd Brigade had already departed to Azores for R&R and to keep out of harms way. Cowards is all she thought of them. This was not her fate, not while Private E2 Thorvald Siggurdson and 1st lieutenant Nigel Ferdinand were still missing in action. It was troubling indeed and a blow to the Federation and their pilots’ morale. The 42nd Brigade’s remnants were in a state of disarray.
Jane had the honor of meeting both pilots, even though their interactions were chatter and small talk. She had sparred with Thorvald, and his actions left a bad taste in her mouth. She had not forgiven him for head butting her brand new GM after losing the match. She planned to get him back as soon as he was found. Nigel on the other hand, she was less familiar with. Aside from the brief welcoming to the fleet and the orders he gave her, she didn’t know much about him, aside from that he had a pet monkey. Regardless of their relationship, she wasn’t going to leave the African continent until she found both the fellow pilot and her superior officer. That was her mentality, and she stuck with it.
As the pick up approached the drop off spot, Jane undressed, taking of the Abayah to reveal her civilian clothing. She couldn’t help but notice the perverted driver of a man stare as if it was his first time seeing arm skin. He was wore a white robe, was tanned and covered in hair, which was a very unsettling sight. He had a boner the whole road trip, which was disturbing. If he tried anything, she had her M1911 A1 ready in case the little goblin tried anything.
“Here will be fine.” she said, tossing a wad of cash towards him. ”Shukran, wa masalama!” she added. It sounded very off with her southern accent, or what was left of it.
As soon as she opened the truck door, the force of the severe winds forced it shut again. It was a good sign to get the fuck out of the area before the winds picked up and turned into a full bred sand storm. She exited the vehicle and the picked up the things she bought from Remada, using her body to shut the door. The driver took off as she walked towards her camp. It wasn’t a long walk, but she had a water thermos just in case. You couldn’t risk being unprepared in the harsh terrain and climate of the desert. On the way back, she plotted all the points she already checked as well as the spots she planned to search, on her mental map. She also thought of her next actions if she ever found the two soldiers. Jack might need her help, and she would probably ask to be transferred to the Philippines.
Upon arriving she got into the cockpit of the GM and began activating the suit. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a sip from her thermos.
“…and the search continues..” she muttered as she launched the GM upwards, out of its concealing grave.
The GM Blue Destiny would have stuck out like a sore thumb if the pilot hadn’t refitted the suit with desert camouflage gear. That reminded her that she was suppose to do the very same thing less than a week ago. She cursed herself, but there was little she could do at this point. She wasn’t about to waste her time to refit her suit while her comrades lives may be in jeopardy.
In time she managed to rendezvous with her ride, an 80s Toyota pick up. The driver was paid simply to drive and shut his mouth unless when questioned by Zeon soldiers at checkpoints. The whole time there was one thing specifically on her mind, and that was what her next action would be. Several test pilots from the 42nd Brigade had already departed to Azores for R&R and to keep out of harms way. Cowards is all she thought of them. This was not her fate, not while Private E2 Thorvald Siggurdson and 1st lieutenant Nigel Ferdinand were still missing in action. It was troubling indeed and a blow to the Federation and their pilots’ morale. The 42nd Brigade’s remnants were in a state of disarray.
Jane had the honor of meeting both pilots, even though their interactions were chatter and small talk. She had sparred with Thorvald, and his actions left a bad taste in her mouth. She had not forgiven him for head butting her brand new GM after losing the match. She planned to get him back as soon as he was found. Nigel on the other hand, she was less familiar with. Aside from the brief welcoming to the fleet and the orders he gave her, she didn’t know much about him, aside from that he had a pet monkey. Regardless of their relationship, she wasn’t going to leave the African continent until she found both the fellow pilot and her superior officer. That was her mentality, and she stuck with it.
As the pick up approached the drop off spot, Jane undressed, taking of the Abayah to reveal her civilian clothing. She couldn’t help but notice the perverted driver of a man stare as if it was his first time seeing arm skin. He was wore a white robe, was tanned and covered in hair, which was a very unsettling sight. He had a boner the whole road trip, which was disturbing. If he tried anything, she had her M1911 A1 ready in case the little goblin tried anything.
“Here will be fine.” she said, tossing a wad of cash towards him. ”Shukran, wa masalama!” she added. It sounded very off with her southern accent, or what was left of it.
As soon as she opened the truck door, the force of the severe winds forced it shut again. It was a good sign to get the fuck out of the area before the winds picked up and turned into a full bred sand storm. She exited the vehicle and the picked up the things she bought from Remada, using her body to shut the door. The driver took off as she walked towards her camp. It wasn’t a long walk, but she had a water thermos just in case. You couldn’t risk being unprepared in the harsh terrain and climate of the desert. On the way back, she plotted all the points she already checked as well as the spots she planned to search, on her mental map. She also thought of her next actions if she ever found the two soldiers. Jack might need her help, and she would probably ask to be transferred to the Philippines.
Upon arriving she got into the cockpit of the GM and began activating the suit. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a sip from her thermos.
“…and the search continues..” she muttered as she launched the GM upwards, out of its concealing grave.
The GM Blue Destiny would have stuck out like a sore thumb if the pilot hadn’t refitted the suit with desert camouflage gear. That reminded her that she was suppose to do the very same thing less than a week ago. She cursed herself, but there was little she could do at this point. She wasn’t about to waste her time to refit her suit while her comrades lives may be in jeopardy.
