Post by MING on Dec 5, 2009 13:34:55 GMT -5
Combat had not been the problem Persephone had expected from Sergeant Cortez's description of it. It had been almost.. fun. Almost as fun as sneaking around Granada when she was supposed to have been asleep. Only this time she wasn't going to be reprimanded and put into lockdown by her superiors.
There were things she couldn't quite remember, though. How she'd been injured, for starters. And the amount of damage her Zaku had suffered didn't seem correct with the amount she had recalled.
The weather was unusually bright for the amount of destruction that surrounded the base. Several hangars remained untouched, but the vast majority of mobile suits were being serviced in the open until the cleaning crews could get the others cleared.
Persephone's Zaku kneeled next to an orange and yellow Gouf, both machines showing much of the damage from the previous days action. The pilot of the Gouf, Diego Cortez, stood with his brawny arms crossed across his chest as he watched the repair crews scurrying about the two machines.
"This isn't the Federal camp is it? I can't tell, you guys look confused as to what you're working on!" Diego shouted with a grin at the mechanics. Several made lewd gestures in reply, a couple laughing, one of the bigger ones shouting a reply.
"I can't tell if this ugly pile of scrap is a GM or a Zaku! I'm having one of the newbs run the serials!!"
Diego burst into laughter as he turned toward Persephone. For a brief moment, his smile faultered and a look of concern crossed his face, but his smile quickly returned.
"Good morning, lady Persephone. Come to see the progress on the repairs?" the veteran pilot motioned for the young Newtype to come foward.
"I wish to speak with the others who arrived to assist us." Persephone spoke, her voice slightly monotone. "The man in the blue Mobile suit, the girl captaining the Gaw, the one out in the harbor." Odd, she didn't recall ever seeing any of those during the course of the battle. Just as quickly as the concern surfaced, she brushed it aside. Diego appeared just as confused by the specifics offered as well.
"Right... I'll get on the horn and see what I can do." Diego pulled a handheld radio from his pants pocket, then turned back toward the two mobile suits. "You greasemonkeys make sure those things are factory fresh! I want the Federals to stare in amazement at the shine coming off the paint as I mow 'em down!"
For her part, Persephone was already wandering away from the area, moving toward another part of the base with no apparent destination.
There were things she couldn't quite remember, though. How she'd been injured, for starters. And the amount of damage her Zaku had suffered didn't seem correct with the amount she had recalled.
The weather was unusually bright for the amount of destruction that surrounded the base. Several hangars remained untouched, but the vast majority of mobile suits were being serviced in the open until the cleaning crews could get the others cleared.
Persephone's Zaku kneeled next to an orange and yellow Gouf, both machines showing much of the damage from the previous days action. The pilot of the Gouf, Diego Cortez, stood with his brawny arms crossed across his chest as he watched the repair crews scurrying about the two machines.
"This isn't the Federal camp is it? I can't tell, you guys look confused as to what you're working on!" Diego shouted with a grin at the mechanics. Several made lewd gestures in reply, a couple laughing, one of the bigger ones shouting a reply.
"I can't tell if this ugly pile of scrap is a GM or a Zaku! I'm having one of the newbs run the serials!!"
Diego burst into laughter as he turned toward Persephone. For a brief moment, his smile faultered and a look of concern crossed his face, but his smile quickly returned.
"Good morning, lady Persephone. Come to see the progress on the repairs?" the veteran pilot motioned for the young Newtype to come foward.
"I wish to speak with the others who arrived to assist us." Persephone spoke, her voice slightly monotone. "The man in the blue Mobile suit, the girl captaining the Gaw, the one out in the harbor." Odd, she didn't recall ever seeing any of those during the course of the battle. Just as quickly as the concern surfaced, she brushed it aside. Diego appeared just as confused by the specifics offered as well.
"Right... I'll get on the horn and see what I can do." Diego pulled a handheld radio from his pants pocket, then turned back toward the two mobile suits. "You greasemonkeys make sure those things are factory fresh! I want the Federals to stare in amazement at the shine coming off the paint as I mow 'em down!"
For her part, Persephone was already wandering away from the area, moving toward another part of the base with no apparent destination.