Post by blackmage on Dec 6, 2009 22:29:00 GMT -5
"Obscurity can be a bitch." Cato mumbled as he drinked a glass of rum. Frustration was mounting in the mind of Cato Goloni as he awaited for the repairs to his GM to be complete. Coupled with his injury from the last time he actively participated in combat, he wasn't given clearance to leave the Merrimack. Thoughts of what Emil Myberg may be doing to stay alive while he waits to leave to go reinforce him at his current position crossed his mind. Cato chuckled as he poured more rum in to his glass.
"Maybe a little time running and hiding and fending for himself will do him some good I guess. Maybe he'll be more battle hardened after all of this is said and done with." Cato gulped down the rum and slammed the glass back down on the table. The automated door to his room hissed open.
"So can inconsistency." The captain of the Caratan said in a cheerful voice. The captain sat down in a chair near Cato. The ensign stared at the captain with a look of confusion on his face as he grabbed another glass from the far wall and poured rum in it.
"Your not usually this happy. Did you get a hummer from one of the female crew members?" Cato smirked as he passed the glass to the captain. The captain quickly downed the rum and placed the glass back on the table.
"No, but I wish." The captain joked and smiled as he got up from his chair and patted Cato on the shoulder. Cato cursed out in pain as he grabbed for his shoulder. The captain jumped back, startled from Cato's cry of anguish. "Still hurts I see?" Cato replied with a nod as he gulped down a glass of rum. "I'm being transferred out of the fleet and back to Side 7." The captain smiled. Like a light switch, Cato quickly blocked out the sting from his injuries and turned to face his colleague. "I'm not cut out for combat and I asked Jamitov to have me transferred the other day after the battle with that Zeek fleet you have been so hell bent about destroying." Cato turned back to his rum and poured himself another glass.
"It's ok, at least Admiral Heiman will be able to replace your ship with another of his own." The captain shook his head in disappointment.
"Jamitov decided to transfer me off the Caratan. He decided the experienced crew would be invaluable to this fleet. He however doesn't have a say in who my successor will be." Cato frowned when he heard the captain speak. It seemed every time he had a leg up he always experienced a series of set backs.
"Issac had something to do with this I bet. He has a growing clout...and I find it very disturbing." Cato sipped some rum from his glass. He had been able to tolerate Issac Lon'Dozai's pretty boy antics of standing in front of a mirror for minutes at a time before coming to the bridge for regular fleet operations, but the fact that this man out ranks him and is even his superior infuriated Cato in the deepest confines of his soul.
"I have no ideal if Lon'Dozai had anything to do with that or not. I don't worry myself with the politics of this military." The captain sighed. Cato grinded his teeth up against each other as he thought more and more about the set backs he had been handed to him this week by fate.
"I can't allow that damn Lon'Dozai to run away from me in rank. He seems to not view the world in the same light as Admiral Heiman does." Cato raised his glass up to his lips and then drinked all of his rum down in a few quick gulps. "After Texas Colony is taken, I have to pull something big off in order to leap ahead of that Lon'Dozai." Cato slammed the glass down on the table and and squeezed the cork from his rum back in to the neck of the bottle. The ensign was beginning to feel a little of a buzz from his drinking. The last thing he needed was to be in a drunken rage and get himself hurt from punching walls and busting his knuckles. He could not allow such a thing to happen to himself before leaving Side 5.
"I apologize if my transfer comes at a time of incontinence."
"No harm done. Unlike that Emil Myberg, you can handle yourself in combat." Cato interrupted as he turned and looked over at the captain.
"He's just a kid that's scared, that's nothing unusual." The captain retorted. Cato sneered at the comment.
"It's normal for any soldier to be scared in combat, but for one like Myberg to turn and run in the opposite direction is inexcusable." Cato stood to his feet and saluted the captain. The captain quickly saluted Cato back and was then stunned when Cato extended his hand to shake the captain's. "You served bravely here in this fleet and that alone is something I am most grateful for." The captain stood for a second as he tried to analyze the situation in his mind. He then shook Cato's hand.
"I wish you luck at Texas Colony." Cato's smile grew larger and a small hint of energy could be seen in his eye.
"I wont need it. Texas should be no trouble at all. Its the operation after Texas Colony is taken, is when I will need luck."
"Maybe a little time running and hiding and fending for himself will do him some good I guess. Maybe he'll be more battle hardened after all of this is said and done with." Cato gulped down the rum and slammed the glass back down on the table. The automated door to his room hissed open.
"So can inconsistency." The captain of the Caratan said in a cheerful voice. The captain sat down in a chair near Cato. The ensign stared at the captain with a look of confusion on his face as he grabbed another glass from the far wall and poured rum in it.
"Your not usually this happy. Did you get a hummer from one of the female crew members?" Cato smirked as he passed the glass to the captain. The captain quickly downed the rum and placed the glass back on the table.
"No, but I wish." The captain joked and smiled as he got up from his chair and patted Cato on the shoulder. Cato cursed out in pain as he grabbed for his shoulder. The captain jumped back, startled from Cato's cry of anguish. "Still hurts I see?" Cato replied with a nod as he gulped down a glass of rum. "I'm being transferred out of the fleet and back to Side 7." The captain smiled. Like a light switch, Cato quickly blocked out the sting from his injuries and turned to face his colleague. "I'm not cut out for combat and I asked Jamitov to have me transferred the other day after the battle with that Zeek fleet you have been so hell bent about destroying." Cato turned back to his rum and poured himself another glass.
"It's ok, at least Admiral Heiman will be able to replace your ship with another of his own." The captain shook his head in disappointment.
"Jamitov decided to transfer me off the Caratan. He decided the experienced crew would be invaluable to this fleet. He however doesn't have a say in who my successor will be." Cato frowned when he heard the captain speak. It seemed every time he had a leg up he always experienced a series of set backs.
"Issac had something to do with this I bet. He has a growing clout...and I find it very disturbing." Cato sipped some rum from his glass. He had been able to tolerate Issac Lon'Dozai's pretty boy antics of standing in front of a mirror for minutes at a time before coming to the bridge for regular fleet operations, but the fact that this man out ranks him and is even his superior infuriated Cato in the deepest confines of his soul.
"I have no ideal if Lon'Dozai had anything to do with that or not. I don't worry myself with the politics of this military." The captain sighed. Cato grinded his teeth up against each other as he thought more and more about the set backs he had been handed to him this week by fate.
"I can't allow that damn Lon'Dozai to run away from me in rank. He seems to not view the world in the same light as Admiral Heiman does." Cato raised his glass up to his lips and then drinked all of his rum down in a few quick gulps. "After Texas Colony is taken, I have to pull something big off in order to leap ahead of that Lon'Dozai." Cato slammed the glass down on the table and and squeezed the cork from his rum back in to the neck of the bottle. The ensign was beginning to feel a little of a buzz from his drinking. The last thing he needed was to be in a drunken rage and get himself hurt from punching walls and busting his knuckles. He could not allow such a thing to happen to himself before leaving Side 5.
"I apologize if my transfer comes at a time of incontinence."
"No harm done. Unlike that Emil Myberg, you can handle yourself in combat." Cato interrupted as he turned and looked over at the captain.
"He's just a kid that's scared, that's nothing unusual." The captain retorted. Cato sneered at the comment.
"It's normal for any soldier to be scared in combat, but for one like Myberg to turn and run in the opposite direction is inexcusable." Cato stood to his feet and saluted the captain. The captain quickly saluted Cato back and was then stunned when Cato extended his hand to shake the captain's. "You served bravely here in this fleet and that alone is something I am most grateful for." The captain stood for a second as he tried to analyze the situation in his mind. He then shook Cato's hand.
"I wish you luck at Texas Colony." Cato's smile grew larger and a small hint of energy could be seen in his eye.
"I wont need it. Texas should be no trouble at all. Its the operation after Texas Colony is taken, is when I will need luck."