Post by yoritomo on Dec 5, 2009 11:46:01 GMT -5
Granada Base
Week five of the One Year War
Standing on the steel cat-walks surrounding the immobile form of his EMS-10 Zudah, Yoritomo watched as the mechanics of Granada adjusted and corrected the issues he found on the most recent test flight. Having passed the entrance exams during his enlistment into the Zeon active forces, his scores had been exceptional with nearly any option of where to serve he had chosen the Test Korps where the most cutting edge of Zeon’s military technology would be available to him. Assigned the Zudah suit, it was taking far too long to become accustomed to the suits incredible speed. Learning just how far to push the suit without risk of overloading the thrusters, the unfortunate flaw of the EMS-10 was still prevalent with the system being prone to overheating and cracking the fuel frame of the suit.
So far in the few months since his arrival at Granada he’d taken the suit for over a dozen test flights in the atmo surrounding the Granada base, and even further out away to test the survival capability of the suit in space without fleet support. All tests had been coming in positive but the constant adjustments and re-calculations of the systems weight and placement was growing tiresome. He’d spoken with his superiors numerous times asking for clearance to join the war front. The Zudah was a suit designed for the space front, its incredible speed and armament would drive like a steel fist into the Federation forces. Yet the damned scientists wouldn’t clear the suit for combat until they felt the needed information had been taken from the test flights.
“Specialist Naizen report to your barracks, orders arriving from sat com.” The message sounded through the radio, the words weaving their way into his mind as he immediately pushed off the railing and ran to the nearest lift to bring him to ground level. The short trip to his room had become all too familiar since his assignment at Granada. Yoritomo wasn’t one for much other then work, his life had become training physically, and mentally to fulfill the oath he and his brothers had sworn. His own words echoed through his mind.
“We who have left behind our life’s will take up new names, names to signify our greatness, names of our ancestors who fought for the belief that they would earn their place in the next life as something greater. With each enemy of Zeon we destroy, each life we take we will take our place in the next life. Never show fear brothers, never accept defeat. Today we cast aside this life knowing that it will only be a matter of time, our only concern will be securing our place in history. That in the next life we will stride beside our ancestors proud warriors, no longer sons of business, and politics. We take up our weapons and forge our own paths.” Those words had led him and his brothers to enlist. They had been separated after initial training each taking their place among various units, and fleets. Yoritomo had even heard rumors of his youngest brother Tsuruchi being picked as a “Newtype” pilot to be trained as a special soldier of Zeon.
The lights flashed on in the barracks room when he entered rushing to the com console in the room the monitor flashed “Access personal messages for Specialist Naizen, Access code 0221” his eyes opened wide as the subject code crawled across the screen “Re-assignment of EMS-10 Zudah suit, and Pilot Naizen to Space Fortress 401(K), Pilot Naizen is to report to 2nd Lieutenant Wu Jinyuan for further orders” The grin that crept across Yoritomo’s face moments later would likely have sent chills through some men. “Expeditionary force, that means I’ll be at the front of the fighting. And finally out of this damn base” his statement punctuated by the impact of his fist against the counter.
Preparations began immediately, his few possessions packed away as he printed his new orders. Comm. would have already sent orders to each of his superiors, so now all he had to do was convince the bastards back at the hanger to put everything was together so he could get the hell out of Granada.
Week five of the One Year War
Standing on the steel cat-walks surrounding the immobile form of his EMS-10 Zudah, Yoritomo watched as the mechanics of Granada adjusted and corrected the issues he found on the most recent test flight. Having passed the entrance exams during his enlistment into the Zeon active forces, his scores had been exceptional with nearly any option of where to serve he had chosen the Test Korps where the most cutting edge of Zeon’s military technology would be available to him. Assigned the Zudah suit, it was taking far too long to become accustomed to the suits incredible speed. Learning just how far to push the suit without risk of overloading the thrusters, the unfortunate flaw of the EMS-10 was still prevalent with the system being prone to overheating and cracking the fuel frame of the suit.
So far in the few months since his arrival at Granada he’d taken the suit for over a dozen test flights in the atmo surrounding the Granada base, and even further out away to test the survival capability of the suit in space without fleet support. All tests had been coming in positive but the constant adjustments and re-calculations of the systems weight and placement was growing tiresome. He’d spoken with his superiors numerous times asking for clearance to join the war front. The Zudah was a suit designed for the space front, its incredible speed and armament would drive like a steel fist into the Federation forces. Yet the damned scientists wouldn’t clear the suit for combat until they felt the needed information had been taken from the test flights.
“Specialist Naizen report to your barracks, orders arriving from sat com.” The message sounded through the radio, the words weaving their way into his mind as he immediately pushed off the railing and ran to the nearest lift to bring him to ground level. The short trip to his room had become all too familiar since his assignment at Granada. Yoritomo wasn’t one for much other then work, his life had become training physically, and mentally to fulfill the oath he and his brothers had sworn. His own words echoed through his mind.
“We who have left behind our life’s will take up new names, names to signify our greatness, names of our ancestors who fought for the belief that they would earn their place in the next life as something greater. With each enemy of Zeon we destroy, each life we take we will take our place in the next life. Never show fear brothers, never accept defeat. Today we cast aside this life knowing that it will only be a matter of time, our only concern will be securing our place in history. That in the next life we will stride beside our ancestors proud warriors, no longer sons of business, and politics. We take up our weapons and forge our own paths.” Those words had led him and his brothers to enlist. They had been separated after initial training each taking their place among various units, and fleets. Yoritomo had even heard rumors of his youngest brother Tsuruchi being picked as a “Newtype” pilot to be trained as a special soldier of Zeon.
The lights flashed on in the barracks room when he entered rushing to the com console in the room the monitor flashed “Access personal messages for Specialist Naizen, Access code 0221” his eyes opened wide as the subject code crawled across the screen “Re-assignment of EMS-10 Zudah suit, and Pilot Naizen to Space Fortress 401(K), Pilot Naizen is to report to 2nd Lieutenant Wu Jinyuan for further orders” The grin that crept across Yoritomo’s face moments later would likely have sent chills through some men. “Expeditionary force, that means I’ll be at the front of the fighting. And finally out of this damn base” his statement punctuated by the impact of his fist against the counter.
Preparations began immediately, his few possessions packed away as he printed his new orders. Comm. would have already sent orders to each of his superiors, so now all he had to do was convince the bastards back at the hanger to put everything was together so he could get the hell out of Granada.