Post by Isaiah on Jan 2, 2010 11:13:45 GMT -5
Unit 3-S performed well as expected. Further details are attached and ready for your perusal.
Caleb leaned back on his chair and looked at a point on the metal ceiling. He wasn’t a big fan of writing reports but the Zeonic Company demands the same for all its Test Pilots and he was no exception. His previous sortie proved a few of Caleb's theories but he felt that his prototype unit still hasn't reached its' maximum potential. The survival of that GM-E was proof of that.
His desk was bare save for the tablet in front of him and a manuscript beside it. Caleb let out a yawn, then reached for a pack of smokes from the desk drawer.
I wonder if I could ever finish this thing…
“Lights.”
The room was illuminated instantly. After taking a drag from his cigarette, he reached for the manuscript and flipped through the pages. It started only as a pastime from when he was reassigned to Solomon but it became a habit, or perhaps a perfect distraction. The thing took on a life of its own the longer he immersed into Solomon’s social environment though indirectly. He created characters based on the people he worked with through observation alone.
His eyes ran through every paragraph until he noticed a note on the bottom of the last page.
“Drasek Ash’tal, Pirate.”
Caleb chuckled while scratching his chin. He was always fond of unruly characters in a story. Protagonists usually do things by the book so their actions were more or less restricted, but antagonists can freely do whatever they want. Caleb always wondered how the antagonists lose in the end. Fate seems to favor the just but only in text. The real world is not so forgiving.
The SAF Test Pilot took a last drag then flicked the cigarette butt over the desk and into a trash bin beside the entrance to his room. His right hand glided over the tablet and clicked on the ‘Send’ button before he stood up and went out for a quick bite. There was maintenance and more observing to be done on the hangar, and he heard there was a new female mechanic on the crew. Duty beckoned.
Caleb leaned back on his chair and looked at a point on the metal ceiling. He wasn’t a big fan of writing reports but the Zeonic Company demands the same for all its Test Pilots and he was no exception. His previous sortie proved a few of Caleb's theories but he felt that his prototype unit still hasn't reached its' maximum potential. The survival of that GM-E was proof of that.
His desk was bare save for the tablet in front of him and a manuscript beside it. Caleb let out a yawn, then reached for a pack of smokes from the desk drawer.
I wonder if I could ever finish this thing…
“Lights.”
The room was illuminated instantly. After taking a drag from his cigarette, he reached for the manuscript and flipped through the pages. It started only as a pastime from when he was reassigned to Solomon but it became a habit, or perhaps a perfect distraction. The thing took on a life of its own the longer he immersed into Solomon’s social environment though indirectly. He created characters based on the people he worked with through observation alone.
His eyes ran through every paragraph until he noticed a note on the bottom of the last page.
“Drasek Ash’tal, Pirate.”
Caleb chuckled while scratching his chin. He was always fond of unruly characters in a story. Protagonists usually do things by the book so their actions were more or less restricted, but antagonists can freely do whatever they want. Caleb always wondered how the antagonists lose in the end. Fate seems to favor the just but only in text. The real world is not so forgiving.
The SAF Test Pilot took a last drag then flicked the cigarette butt over the desk and into a trash bin beside the entrance to his room. His right hand glided over the tablet and clicked on the ‘Send’ button before he stood up and went out for a quick bite. There was maintenance and more observing to be done on the hangar, and he heard there was a new female mechanic on the crew. Duty beckoned.