Post by ender on Nov 25, 2009 22:25:19 GMT -5
The repair crews were already hard at work on the mobile suits. The Federation had a knack for shooting out kneecaps. It was an annoyance, that my unit was constantly in the repair bays for weapon hits to the knee.
I removed the helmet of my normal suit, setting it on the table in the hangar bay, just looking at the work being done. Even with the smell of oil and electronics in the air, it just wasn't enough to cover up the smell of blood and death that seemed to be surrounding the base.
I never really understood the methods of the Schutzstaffel, nor did I approve. It didn't seem right, that for the point we were trying to make, to prove that we in Space deserved to rule ourselves, that we employed such... barbarians.
Maybe we'll have to answer to those questions later, but right now isn't the time to think about it.
"Mark." Jackson's voice called out over the din, approaching me as he finished setting down from his Zaku Cannon. I saluted my fellow team-mate. It still didn't feel right not having Lucas or Liz here, but we were still a team. I had contemplated putting in for new pilots for the team.
But it was too soon, and we were constantly on the move. Fighting the good fight for Zeon.
"Nicely done, Jackson, thanks for the help. You performed admirably." I smiled at him as I dropped the salute.
"You know, you don't need to be so formal around me, bud." He laughed as he responded, walking away towards the repair crew. Our conversations had gotten more and more brief since the event. He either spent his time around his suit, or going through the box of Liz's personal effects. I wasn't going to ask him about it, or even chide him for it. He deserved his time to mourn, probably moreso than I did.
While he went back to the Zaku K, I moved towards the break room, opening up the small compartment on the side of my belt. The copy of Aesop's Fables. I had taken it with me into combat, as a token of good luck. If there wasn't anything going on in the break room, I'd at least be able to catch up on my reading.
Although I heard that Ferusha had been in the operation. Maybe I'd see her again, or talk with Corp... no, Sergeant Everett. It had been patched through the comms that we had all been promoted. I'd have to remember and work on that. Take some getting used to.
I removed the helmet of my normal suit, setting it on the table in the hangar bay, just looking at the work being done. Even with the smell of oil and electronics in the air, it just wasn't enough to cover up the smell of blood and death that seemed to be surrounding the base.
I never really understood the methods of the Schutzstaffel, nor did I approve. It didn't seem right, that for the point we were trying to make, to prove that we in Space deserved to rule ourselves, that we employed such... barbarians.
Maybe we'll have to answer to those questions later, but right now isn't the time to think about it.
"Mark." Jackson's voice called out over the din, approaching me as he finished setting down from his Zaku Cannon. I saluted my fellow team-mate. It still didn't feel right not having Lucas or Liz here, but we were still a team. I had contemplated putting in for new pilots for the team.
But it was too soon, and we were constantly on the move. Fighting the good fight for Zeon.
"Nicely done, Jackson, thanks for the help. You performed admirably." I smiled at him as I dropped the salute.
"You know, you don't need to be so formal around me, bud." He laughed as he responded, walking away towards the repair crew. Our conversations had gotten more and more brief since the event. He either spent his time around his suit, or going through the box of Liz's personal effects. I wasn't going to ask him about it, or even chide him for it. He deserved his time to mourn, probably moreso than I did.
While he went back to the Zaku K, I moved towards the break room, opening up the small compartment on the side of my belt. The copy of Aesop's Fables. I had taken it with me into combat, as a token of good luck. If there wasn't anything going on in the break room, I'd at least be able to catch up on my reading.
Although I heard that Ferusha had been in the operation. Maybe I'd see her again, or talk with Corp... no, Sergeant Everett. It had been patched through the comms that we had all been promoted. I'd have to remember and work on that. Take some getting used to.
