Post by dj1678 on Dec 8, 2009 19:34:02 GMT -5
Aurem sat in his GM Sniper's cockpit with the hatch open drinking his fourth bottle of water for the day. With the sun blazing high in the sky and no clouds for cover, the current heatwave made it ludicrously hot outside. Aurem was glad he had finished all the remaining repairs earlier that morning when it was merely scorching. All the mechanics had stayed with the 87th Integrated Fleet to help repair the badly damaged fleet. They'd made up a list of instructions for Aurem to follow, but most of them were either fairly easy, or minor variations of the same task. By the end of it, Aurem was hardly bothering to reference the list anymore.
Now there was nothing to do except sit and wait for the assigned time.
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It was a few hours later when Aurem really started to notice how quiet it was. There was no more battle raging in the nearby ruins of Manilla, no hustle and bustle of mechanics. It was peaceful, but Aurem found it hard to enjoy it. He'd spent all of his time lately trying to avoid conversations with Arieta, yet now that she wasn't here, he admitted he liked listening to her, even if he occasionally had to contribute to her conversations.
Her constant desire to talk reminded him of someone else, Xenos. He never liked thinking about him anymore, but with so little else to do he found it a hard subject to avoid.
Aurem had liked his half-brother when they first met. Xenos and his father had moved in when Aurem was 9 and Xenos 11. They got along well, and did almost everything together, like real brothers of that age might. Xenos was extremely talkative, and often boastful. He bragged about nearly everything, and almost always had the skills to back his arrogance. Aurem learned more quickly than Xenos did, but could never quite match the quality of his work. He often felt stuck in the shadow of his older brother, but admired him anyway, trying his best to imitate him where he could.
When they grew older, Xenos left to enlist with the Zeon space forces, vowing that he "would protect his family and all spacenoids from the evil Federation."
Aurem believed him then.
But not anymore. The destruction of Island Iffish in Side 2 had proven that his brother couldn't be trusted. Not only had he failed to protect his "family," but had actually helped tear it apart.
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Aurem thrashed in his cockpit, unaware that he was sleeping and dreaming about the destruction of his former home. His knee connected with a control panel abruptly ending the nightmare and forcing him back to reality. Somewhere in his memories he had fallen asleep. He wasn't really sure where.
He sat breathing heavily in his cockpit looking out over the horizon while trying to calm himself. It was nearing sunset and the assigned time. There was one thing he was thankful for about having that nightmare again. He had clearly found the differences between Arieta and Xenos, something he had been fearing he wouldn't find. Arieta was cheerful, polite, and honest. Xenos hadn't been that for him.
Aurem wiped his brow and set about preparing for his evenings task. He resolved to apologize to Arieta when he rejoined the 87th, and maybe, just maybe even talk a little bit more. If today had taught him nothing else, it was that life without conversations was boring.
Now there was nothing to do except sit and wait for the assigned time.
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It was a few hours later when Aurem really started to notice how quiet it was. There was no more battle raging in the nearby ruins of Manilla, no hustle and bustle of mechanics. It was peaceful, but Aurem found it hard to enjoy it. He'd spent all of his time lately trying to avoid conversations with Arieta, yet now that she wasn't here, he admitted he liked listening to her, even if he occasionally had to contribute to her conversations.
Her constant desire to talk reminded him of someone else, Xenos. He never liked thinking about him anymore, but with so little else to do he found it a hard subject to avoid.
Aurem had liked his half-brother when they first met. Xenos and his father had moved in when Aurem was 9 and Xenos 11. They got along well, and did almost everything together, like real brothers of that age might. Xenos was extremely talkative, and often boastful. He bragged about nearly everything, and almost always had the skills to back his arrogance. Aurem learned more quickly than Xenos did, but could never quite match the quality of his work. He often felt stuck in the shadow of his older brother, but admired him anyway, trying his best to imitate him where he could.
When they grew older, Xenos left to enlist with the Zeon space forces, vowing that he "would protect his family and all spacenoids from the evil Federation."
Aurem believed him then.
But not anymore. The destruction of Island Iffish in Side 2 had proven that his brother couldn't be trusted. Not only had he failed to protect his "family," but had actually helped tear it apart.
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Aurem thrashed in his cockpit, unaware that he was sleeping and dreaming about the destruction of his former home. His knee connected with a control panel abruptly ending the nightmare and forcing him back to reality. Somewhere in his memories he had fallen asleep. He wasn't really sure where.
He sat breathing heavily in his cockpit looking out over the horizon while trying to calm himself. It was nearing sunset and the assigned time. There was one thing he was thankful for about having that nightmare again. He had clearly found the differences between Arieta and Xenos, something he had been fearing he wouldn't find. Arieta was cheerful, polite, and honest. Xenos hadn't been that for him.
Aurem wiped his brow and set about preparing for his evenings task. He resolved to apologize to Arieta when he rejoined the 87th, and maybe, just maybe even talk a little bit more. If today had taught him nothing else, it was that life without conversations was boring.