Post by flession on Dec 8, 2009 12:37:33 GMT -5
The sea breeze felt good, as he leaned on the outside, his chair swaying a bit, but he managed to keep it on. Soon, battle would come again, and even though he could no longer go into battle with the infaltry, it would be his suit that would lead the way.
A beautiful artillery nightmare.
His heard his ex had a nicer suit, one that was far more powerful than his own. Some sort of prototype. It made him smile a little, knowing that she could fly again. Could fight once more. Even if not in the fighter jets as before. Both represented the change of pace.
Both were pilots who were initially left behind due to a gruesome battle. Both were asked to pilot again, despite their shortcomings and their initial distaste. Only difference is, Jack's disability might, one day, return to normal with therapy. The guilt and torment in Jane would continue to fester until it consumed her or she could forgive herself.
Or Zeon got their grasps on her. Hopefully, she could leave Africa in time...there were reports from the people about how swarmed full of Zeon scum consuming the continent.
He always paid attention to where she was. Always will.
"How far are we till the Philipines?" Jack shouts, speaking into his headset, the roar of the sea and the engines below, preventing regular communication.
"Not long, Sgt. Get some rest before you arrive. The battle won't be going anywhere. Need you in shape." the Captain says, his eyes focused on his handicap. A glare or two was what he was used to. Everyone seemed respectable about it.
With the Guntank, he had earned respect again. Earned the right to fight.
And such a honor would not be taken lightly. "Yes, sir." he nods and begins to wheel himself off. The crashing waves and the moving ship would make it difficult, but he would make it there. This was the price he paid for his service to the EF, and in return, he rose two ranks and got a mobile suit. For now on, he would earn his promotions.
A beautiful artillery nightmare.
His heard his ex had a nicer suit, one that was far more powerful than his own. Some sort of prototype. It made him smile a little, knowing that she could fly again. Could fight once more. Even if not in the fighter jets as before. Both represented the change of pace.
Both were pilots who were initially left behind due to a gruesome battle. Both were asked to pilot again, despite their shortcomings and their initial distaste. Only difference is, Jack's disability might, one day, return to normal with therapy. The guilt and torment in Jane would continue to fester until it consumed her or she could forgive herself.
Or Zeon got their grasps on her. Hopefully, she could leave Africa in time...there were reports from the people about how swarmed full of Zeon scum consuming the continent.
He always paid attention to where she was. Always will.
"How far are we till the Philipines?" Jack shouts, speaking into his headset, the roar of the sea and the engines below, preventing regular communication.
"Not long, Sgt. Get some rest before you arrive. The battle won't be going anywhere. Need you in shape." the Captain says, his eyes focused on his handicap. A glare or two was what he was used to. Everyone seemed respectable about it.
With the Guntank, he had earned respect again. Earned the right to fight.
And such a honor would not be taken lightly. "Yes, sir." he nods and begins to wheel himself off. The crashing waves and the moving ship would make it difficult, but he would make it there. This was the price he paid for his service to the EF, and in return, he rose two ranks and got a mobile suit. For now on, he would earn his promotions.
