Post by zerodash0 on Jan 5, 2010 10:08:52 GMT -5
Derek climbed out of his machine, surveying the line of equally battered mobile suits.
"It sure cost us a lot to get this thing...." He said to himself, stepping away from the cockpit as a marine temporarily acting as a deck officer called him over.
"There's a Captain Reed calling for you." The marine said, motioning Derek over to a comm terminal.
"I told Drammen I'd take 'em to hell and back, but I didn't mean it litt'rally" Reed thought, his musings interrupted by Carter's gloomy face on the monitor.
"Ah! There ye are!" Reed exclaimed, "Let the higher ups know I'll be droppin' off the spare parts and doodad's fer those machines of yers, would ye?"
"No problem Sir," Derek replied, "Anything else I can do for you?"
Reed scratched his beard and thought it over, "Nah, 'less ye got any whiskey over there!" He jested in farewell as the transmission faded away his laughing face.
"That old goof never changes." Derek thought, heading off to ask the marines who he should inform about the cargo transfer.
After a few hours, the Antares emerged from the massive Gwazine, leaving to transport hard-copies of various reports and paperwork, as well as a few wounded marines, back to Side 7. It would go alone, but there wasn't much risk at the moment with Zeon far more interested in the prize which was stolen from them. It would probably be used to transfer additional crew back to the captured Monarch, though much of the crew would still be comprised of survivors from the destroyed EFSF ships.
Back aboard the Gwazine, Derek finds himself with little to do. As a test pilot, he doesn't have many skills outside of piloting his machine. Surprisingly, a large amount of the 'crew' available to the captured ship were mechanics, so he was not needed to help work on the Guncannon. Surely the other pilots felt much the same way.
"Two of our pilots injured and all of our mobile suits under repair... I hope Zeon's no better off..."
"Hey you!" A marine yelled, interrupting Derek's thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You doing anything?"
"Uhhh.... not really."
"Then give me a hand, I need someone to clear out all the Zeon flags and such. This is a Federation ship now after all."
"Sure." Derek said, happy to finally be useful for something at least.
"It sure cost us a lot to get this thing...." He said to himself, stepping away from the cockpit as a marine temporarily acting as a deck officer called him over.
"There's a Captain Reed calling for you." The marine said, motioning Derek over to a comm terminal.
"I told Drammen I'd take 'em to hell and back, but I didn't mean it litt'rally" Reed thought, his musings interrupted by Carter's gloomy face on the monitor.
"Ah! There ye are!" Reed exclaimed, "Let the higher ups know I'll be droppin' off the spare parts and doodad's fer those machines of yers, would ye?"
"No problem Sir," Derek replied, "Anything else I can do for you?"
Reed scratched his beard and thought it over, "Nah, 'less ye got any whiskey over there!" He jested in farewell as the transmission faded away his laughing face.
"That old goof never changes." Derek thought, heading off to ask the marines who he should inform about the cargo transfer.
After a few hours, the Antares emerged from the massive Gwazine, leaving to transport hard-copies of various reports and paperwork, as well as a few wounded marines, back to Side 7. It would go alone, but there wasn't much risk at the moment with Zeon far more interested in the prize which was stolen from them. It would probably be used to transfer additional crew back to the captured Monarch, though much of the crew would still be comprised of survivors from the destroyed EFSF ships.
Back aboard the Gwazine, Derek finds himself with little to do. As a test pilot, he doesn't have many skills outside of piloting his machine. Surprisingly, a large amount of the 'crew' available to the captured ship were mechanics, so he was not needed to help work on the Guncannon. Surely the other pilots felt much the same way.
"Two of our pilots injured and all of our mobile suits under repair... I hope Zeon's no better off..."
"Hey you!" A marine yelled, interrupting Derek's thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You doing anything?"
"Uhhh.... not really."
"Then give me a hand, I need someone to clear out all the Zeon flags and such. This is a Federation ship now after all."
"Sure." Derek said, happy to finally be useful for something at least.