Post by blackmage on Nov 28, 2009 0:26:35 GMT -5
The mangled and charred remains of a Zaku II floated away after being being jabbed lightly in the side from a machinegun barrel. The GM that jabbed the Zaku to see if their was any life after the battle that had taken place, floated silently as its head turned to scan the area for more Zeon wreckage."
"Just a businessman." Cato sighed. He was hoping for all practical purposes he was wrong about Jinyuan and that he really would be a worthy adversary. It appeared at the moment atleast that his hopes were crushed and he was proven right about Jinyuan. The Intel reports he had been receiving for the past few weeks made it seem as if Wu Jinyuan was a Zeonic bogyman of some sort. As well as the battle went for the Federation it appeared to Cato that he had overestimated Jinyuan. "I guess I shouldn't expect too much from a guy that grabbed Kycllia Zabi's ass." Cato chuckled as his GM maneuvered its way up to the hulking mass of a Birgro. The large mobile armor caused significant damage to many of the vessels in the 1st Independent Disco Fleet. Now it was a bullet riddled and burnt hulk. The Federation mobile suit landed on top of the dead mobile armor and stood on top of it as if it was solid ground on Earth.
"Anything?" A voice buzzed over the comm link to Cato. The minorvsky particle interference was beginning to die down a bit and normal communications was returning. The GM pointed its machinegun down at the cockpit of the Bigro and fired a single shot inside of the cockpit. In the distance, the captain of the Caratan looked on as he seen the single muzzle flash from over the Bigro. "Guess not." The captain said as he GM moved on from the wreckage. An hour later Cato arrived back on board Merrimack. Cato stared blankly at his mangled GM as repair work begin on it. He recalled how close he was to death when he smashed a Zaku with his gundam hammer. He remembered when the bullets punctured the GM's body how pieces of metal flew around inside the cockpit and had injured him. He looked down at his lower arm where he had got a deep laceration on his lower arm.
"I'm lucky to be alive after that." Cato said as he floated away from the repair crews and back inside the Salamis class. Cato removed his helmet and took a deep breath and stretched his neck. He always felt cramped when his head was inside his flight helmet. That feeling goes away quickly for Cato once a battle begins. He becomes more worried about being shot than having a stiff neck. "Maybe we will finish those nazee bastards off next time!" Cato shouted as he walked pass the commons area where most of mobile suits pilots were at. He quickly heard a few screams and shouts in response agreeing with him. Morale seemed higher then it was before the fight. Many of the crew members were hoping to have the fight with Zeon the fleet at Texas colony, but the Zeeks decided to fight on their terms and they lossed. If anything the fighting left the impression on Cato that the members of the Independent Disco Fleet were more emboldened from the engagement with Jinyuan's fleet.
"Hard to believe they would let a man like that act as oversight for a mining operation after having his fleet ass raped." Cato chuckled as the door to his living quarters slid open. He laid his helmet down on his bunk and went strait to his desk and opened up a bottle of whisky. He quickly popped two pain killers in his mouth and chased it down with a few gulps of whisky. Cato let out a deep sigh as he waited for the pills to do they're part for his bruised body. "At least I didn't lose a eye this time." Cato snickered and then tighten the lid back on to his bottle of bourbon and placed it back inside of his desk. The Federation officer carefully sat down and slouched back in to his chair. The doctors from the infirmary advised about him going back out and doing patrol while he was injured but he usually paid no mind to doctors.
"Fucking quakes don't tell me what to do." Cato bragged as he opened up a file and observed high resolution photographs of the Zeon vessels as they retreated from the battle. He took his time looking at each picture taking note of every detail. How many suits were retreating with them in battle, and how damaged the ships were after the fighting. "Hard to tell how their morale is doing, but I'm sure the Zabis are now wondering why they even bothered reactivating Jinyuan." Cato thought to himself as he placed the photographs and the brown file folder back on top of his desk.
"I sure as hell wouldn't want to be them." Cato tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling as the pain pills begin to kick in and ease the ache and pains from the previous battle.
"Just a businessman." Cato sighed. He was hoping for all practical purposes he was wrong about Jinyuan and that he really would be a worthy adversary. It appeared at the moment atleast that his hopes were crushed and he was proven right about Jinyuan. The Intel reports he had been receiving for the past few weeks made it seem as if Wu Jinyuan was a Zeonic bogyman of some sort. As well as the battle went for the Federation it appeared to Cato that he had overestimated Jinyuan. "I guess I shouldn't expect too much from a guy that grabbed Kycllia Zabi's ass." Cato chuckled as his GM maneuvered its way up to the hulking mass of a Birgro. The large mobile armor caused significant damage to many of the vessels in the 1st Independent Disco Fleet. Now it was a bullet riddled and burnt hulk. The Federation mobile suit landed on top of the dead mobile armor and stood on top of it as if it was solid ground on Earth.
"Anything?" A voice buzzed over the comm link to Cato. The minorvsky particle interference was beginning to die down a bit and normal communications was returning. The GM pointed its machinegun down at the cockpit of the Bigro and fired a single shot inside of the cockpit. In the distance, the captain of the Caratan looked on as he seen the single muzzle flash from over the Bigro. "Guess not." The captain said as he GM moved on from the wreckage. An hour later Cato arrived back on board Merrimack. Cato stared blankly at his mangled GM as repair work begin on it. He recalled how close he was to death when he smashed a Zaku with his gundam hammer. He remembered when the bullets punctured the GM's body how pieces of metal flew around inside the cockpit and had injured him. He looked down at his lower arm where he had got a deep laceration on his lower arm.
"I'm lucky to be alive after that." Cato said as he floated away from the repair crews and back inside the Salamis class. Cato removed his helmet and took a deep breath and stretched his neck. He always felt cramped when his head was inside his flight helmet. That feeling goes away quickly for Cato once a battle begins. He becomes more worried about being shot than having a stiff neck. "Maybe we will finish those nazee bastards off next time!" Cato shouted as he walked pass the commons area where most of mobile suits pilots were at. He quickly heard a few screams and shouts in response agreeing with him. Morale seemed higher then it was before the fight. Many of the crew members were hoping to have the fight with Zeon the fleet at Texas colony, but the Zeeks decided to fight on their terms and they lossed. If anything the fighting left the impression on Cato that the members of the Independent Disco Fleet were more emboldened from the engagement with Jinyuan's fleet.
"Hard to believe they would let a man like that act as oversight for a mining operation after having his fleet ass raped." Cato chuckled as the door to his living quarters slid open. He laid his helmet down on his bunk and went strait to his desk and opened up a bottle of whisky. He quickly popped two pain killers in his mouth and chased it down with a few gulps of whisky. Cato let out a deep sigh as he waited for the pills to do they're part for his bruised body. "At least I didn't lose a eye this time." Cato snickered and then tighten the lid back on to his bottle of bourbon and placed it back inside of his desk. The Federation officer carefully sat down and slouched back in to his chair. The doctors from the infirmary advised about him going back out and doing patrol while he was injured but he usually paid no mind to doctors.
"Fucking quakes don't tell me what to do." Cato bragged as he opened up a file and observed high resolution photographs of the Zeon vessels as they retreated from the battle. He took his time looking at each picture taking note of every detail. How many suits were retreating with them in battle, and how damaged the ships were after the fighting. "Hard to tell how their morale is doing, but I'm sure the Zabis are now wondering why they even bothered reactivating Jinyuan." Cato thought to himself as he placed the photographs and the brown file folder back on top of his desk.
"I sure as hell wouldn't want to be them." Cato tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling as the pain pills begin to kick in and ease the ache and pains from the previous battle.