Post by Strikey on Nov 28, 2009 7:19:37 GMT -5
0800 hours - Zulu time
In the command center of the Earth Federations Atlantic base known as Azores, the radar beeps as something is crossing into its range. As it gets closer they determine it is a mobile suit. The young private working the radar presses a button to activate the PA system. "Admiral Archer to the control center." The voice of the private echoed through out the base. After 5 minutes the Admiral arrives at the control center and looks at the private. "What do you have for me son." He says in a commanding tone. "Sir we have an unidentified object approaching the base. We think it's a mobile suit." The Admiral looks at the radar and then turns to another private. "Alert all defenses to target the supposed mobile suit." The Admiral parked as the command center became alive with chatter from the operators. "Get me a com channel on all frequencies." The Admiral orders. A sharp "Yes Sir" comes from behind him as the channel is open. "This is Admiral Archer of the Earth Federation. Identify yourself now or we will blow you out of the sky."
Jack Verse was in the cockpit of his GMPGT as he received the message. His eyes widened as he heard the message. "Oh come on already!" Jack said in a tone of disbelief as he gets ready to send a reply of his own. "This is Private Jack Verse of the Earth Federation Ground Forces. Requesting permission to land and repairs to my mobile suit." He knew that they wouldn't believe him on just his word, so he transmits a IFF code only known to the Earth Federation. Now he awaits for the Admirals reply.
"I'm going to need more prof than that if I'm going to let you step foot on my base son. Now Tell me who you are or else I will open fire on your ass!" The Admiral said with scorn and closed the com line. He then turned to one of his information officers. "Get me the information of this supposed Jack Verse. I want to see if he is telling the truth." He turned back to the windows to look outside as the officer looks for mention of Jack in the database.
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Jack yelled at his view screen before responding back. "Even my own side doesn't think that I am me! What the hell has the world come to." He said before opening the comm channel back up to give the Admiral the long winded version. "Name: Verse, Jack J. Rank: Private. Test pilot out of Jaburo. Mobile Suit: Gundam Mass Produced Ground Type. Assignment: Formerly of the 87 Independent Fleet. Commanding Officer: Nigel Fernand. Service number: #####-######-##-########-#####-############-############################################-##########."
"Did you get all of that?" The Admiral asked his information officer. "Yes sir running it through the database now." After a minute or so the computer beeps and the officer goes and tells the admiral. "Sir we have verified the information and it is correct. He is who he says to be." The Admiral bowed slightly and opened the comm channel. "Alright son you are clear for landing."
Jack lets out a sigh of relief as they finally confirmed who he was. "Roger that. Making final approach for landing." Jack Verse set down on the base and walked his damaged mobile suit into the mobile suit hanger. The screeching noises of his Gundam can still be heard by Jack as he finally stopped. Jack shut down all systems and opened the cockpit descending down the zip line to get to the ground. He then hears the screeching tires of a jeep and out walks Admiral Archer.
"Well well well son looks like you've taken quite the beating. But what else can you expect from a test pilot. Get cleaned up and report to the briefing room. I'll de-brief you myself." The admiral said with scorn and an insulting tone in his voice. He saluted Jack and drove off.
To be Continued...
In the command center of the Earth Federations Atlantic base known as Azores, the radar beeps as something is crossing into its range. As it gets closer they determine it is a mobile suit. The young private working the radar presses a button to activate the PA system. "Admiral Archer to the control center." The voice of the private echoed through out the base. After 5 minutes the Admiral arrives at the control center and looks at the private. "What do you have for me son." He says in a commanding tone. "Sir we have an unidentified object approaching the base. We think it's a mobile suit." The Admiral looks at the radar and then turns to another private. "Alert all defenses to target the supposed mobile suit." The Admiral parked as the command center became alive with chatter from the operators. "Get me a com channel on all frequencies." The Admiral orders. A sharp "Yes Sir" comes from behind him as the channel is open. "This is Admiral Archer of the Earth Federation. Identify yourself now or we will blow you out of the sky."
Jack Verse was in the cockpit of his GMPGT as he received the message. His eyes widened as he heard the message. "Oh come on already!" Jack said in a tone of disbelief as he gets ready to send a reply of his own. "This is Private Jack Verse of the Earth Federation Ground Forces. Requesting permission to land and repairs to my mobile suit." He knew that they wouldn't believe him on just his word, so he transmits a IFF code only known to the Earth Federation. Now he awaits for the Admirals reply.
"I'm going to need more prof than that if I'm going to let you step foot on my base son. Now Tell me who you are or else I will open fire on your ass!" The Admiral said with scorn and closed the com line. He then turned to one of his information officers. "Get me the information of this supposed Jack Verse. I want to see if he is telling the truth." He turned back to the windows to look outside as the officer looks for mention of Jack in the database.
"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" Jack yelled at his view screen before responding back. "Even my own side doesn't think that I am me! What the hell has the world come to." He said before opening the comm channel back up to give the Admiral the long winded version. "Name: Verse, Jack J. Rank: Private. Test pilot out of Jaburo. Mobile Suit: Gundam Mass Produced Ground Type. Assignment: Formerly of the 87 Independent Fleet. Commanding Officer: Nigel Fernand. Service number: #####-######-##-########-#####-############-############################################-##########."
"Did you get all of that?" The Admiral asked his information officer. "Yes sir running it through the database now." After a minute or so the computer beeps and the officer goes and tells the admiral. "Sir we have verified the information and it is correct. He is who he says to be." The Admiral bowed slightly and opened the comm channel. "Alright son you are clear for landing."
Jack lets out a sigh of relief as they finally confirmed who he was. "Roger that. Making final approach for landing." Jack Verse set down on the base and walked his damaged mobile suit into the mobile suit hanger. The screeching noises of his Gundam can still be heard by Jack as he finally stopped. Jack shut down all systems and opened the cockpit descending down the zip line to get to the ground. He then hears the screeching tires of a jeep and out walks Admiral Archer.
"Well well well son looks like you've taken quite the beating. But what else can you expect from a test pilot. Get cleaned up and report to the briefing room. I'll de-brief you myself." The admiral said with scorn and an insulting tone in his voice. He saluted Jack and drove off.
To be Continued...
