Post by lonewolf on Dec 2, 2009 20:56:21 GMT -5
Otaktai sits quietly in one of the Merrimack’s mess halls, both hands curled gingerly around a cup of coffee. He’s bone-weary, the 36 hour flight to join the unfortunately-named 1st Disco Fleet (and the decimation of his patrol group along the way); followed (without even time for a cup of coffee) with a sudden and intense battle with the Zeon fleet. Nonetheless, Otaktai was eager for more… although he hoped the Merrimack’s flight commander would remember him soon, and hopefully assign him a bunk.
“I did it, Grandfather,” he says to himself, his hand rising to cup the pouch hanging from his neck. “I defeated another warrior.”
A smile crosses Otaktai’s face as he takes another sip of his coffee. Now, if only the ship’s supply officer would assign him a place to sleep, today would be perfect.
“I did it, Grandfather,” he says to himself, his hand rising to cup the pouch hanging from his neck. “I defeated another warrior.”
A smile crosses Otaktai’s face as he takes another sip of his coffee. Now, if only the ship’s supply officer would assign him a place to sleep, today would be perfect.