Post by goufcustom on Nov 16, 2009 14:47:56 GMT -5
Jarvis sat in his mobile suit. This seemed to be rapidly becoming his favorite place. He liked the quiet. He liked being alone, especially now. He even liked the dark. It gave him a place to sit and stew on his problems, the hurdles he was going to have to overcome.
He'd gotten an aircraft carrier sunk. He hadn't earned the craft, and now it was gone. All his fault. Some marines were going to be executed. Also his fault. They could have met the Schutzstaffel demands, it would have been so easy. But now-
A clanging emanated from the panel in front of him. Someone must be hitting on the cockpit. He sighed, and opened the hatch. Oh joy. It's her.
"Sir? You've been locked in here for hours. I thought... well, I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you're all right."
Jarvis scoffs. "My dear Ensign, why would I not be all right? Arianrhod sinking fits perfectly into my master plan of the war as a whole. My next step is Jaburo exploding in just such a way that the shockwave annihilates Side 3. It's utter brilliance if I do say so myself. And I hated Tael, so my having spurned Zeon, causing him to be slated for execution only makes my day brighter. Nothing but sunshine and rainbows here."
The two stare at each other for a bit, her look piercing, and evaluating, and his daring her to question his snark. Eventually, she responds simply:
"So do something about it." She turn and begins walking off. A few seconds later, she turns around. "And my name is Christine. Christine McNeil." And then she left.
Jarvis was quiet, looking out at nothing. After a few moments, he closed the hatch again, sitting in the dark.
"Do something about it..."
But what could he do?
He'd gotten an aircraft carrier sunk. He hadn't earned the craft, and now it was gone. All his fault. Some marines were going to be executed. Also his fault. They could have met the Schutzstaffel demands, it would have been so easy. But now-
A clanging emanated from the panel in front of him. Someone must be hitting on the cockpit. He sighed, and opened the hatch. Oh joy. It's her.
"Sir? You've been locked in here for hours. I thought... well, I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you're all right."
Jarvis scoffs. "My dear Ensign, why would I not be all right? Arianrhod sinking fits perfectly into my master plan of the war as a whole. My next step is Jaburo exploding in just such a way that the shockwave annihilates Side 3. It's utter brilliance if I do say so myself. And I hated Tael, so my having spurned Zeon, causing him to be slated for execution only makes my day brighter. Nothing but sunshine and rainbows here."
The two stare at each other for a bit, her look piercing, and evaluating, and his daring her to question his snark. Eventually, she responds simply:
"So do something about it." She turn and begins walking off. A few seconds later, she turns around. "And my name is Christine. Christine McNeil." And then she left.
Jarvis was quiet, looking out at nothing. After a few moments, he closed the hatch again, sitting in the dark.
"Do something about it..."
But what could he do?