Post by blackmage on Jan 5, 2010 23:01:59 GMT -5
The wind shrieked at a high pitch as the GM CCT marched its way through the snow. The white out conditions made seeing anything next to impossible, but its young pilot pressed on anyways.
"Use your sensors, you can't see in this weather with your eyes alone. " A voice whispered in to the pilots ears. The GM CCT continued marching on. His squad mates were all taken out by a single enemy unit, the thought of him being shot was a constant fear in his head. The young pilot looked down at his radar and begin trying to navigate using it. The gray GM CCT took cover using a snow covered cliff to shield itself. The mobile suit slowly crept to the edge and peaked around the corner "Your taking too long to look." The whisper said in a playful tone. The young pilot cursed as his GM CCT hugged the side of the cliff. Sweat poured down the face of the young pilot as he struggle to think of his next move.
His opponent was more then skilled in combat and had more knowledge of mobile suit technology then the Federation cared to teach their young recruits out of the academy. The thought that he was facing a pilot more tremendously skilled then himself, was demoralizing. The enemy suit cut through his team mates with little effort. He was lucky to have survived.
"What did I get myself into!" He said to himself as his GM CCT looked around the area. "I wasn't expecting this." The sound of footsteps ushered in the background. The young pilot gasped in excitement "You made a mistake!" The GM CCT quickly turned the corner and took aim. Only the vast whiteness of the arctic greeted him. "Where is he!" The young pilot said as he twitched from side to side. His eyes quickly shifted upwards as his sensors detected a radar lock from that location. "What!" An aggressor GM CCT unit stood above the cliff with its machinegun pointed down at the recruit's GM CCT.
"Always expect the unexpected mate." Patrick smiled as his GM CCT peppered the opposing GM CCT with paintballs. The young pilot screamed in frustration as his suit was jarred from each side by the pain filled projectiles The cockpit powered down and turned dark. The young pilot cursed inside. "You'll get better with time." The GM CCT slid down the cliff and landed beside the recruit GM CCT. "Go back to base." Patrick's GM CCT tapped the shoulder of the Trainer GM CCT. The power quickly restored itself to the cockpit of the Federation mobile suit as the pilot followed his orders and begin to follow behind his superior officer.
The wind from the storm begin to die down revealing the rest of the recruits from the training exercise waiting on them. The west arctic base could now be seen from a distance as the two GM CCTs approached closer. Patrick quietly let out a sigh. He had been in this frigid hell for months and had asked for a transfer on numerous occasions
"A more active roll in this war would be nice." Patrick thought to himself. Images of children slowly chocking to death as they inhaled poison gas flashed in his mind. A day doesn't go by when he remembers what he had contributed to. Their blood was on his hands and he was unable to correct his mistakes for blind patriotism Once again it seemed his past was haunting him, always mocking him in his attempts to correct all of the horrible things he had done in the name of Zeon. An hour after the training exercise had concluded, Patrick climbed out of the cockpit of his mobile suit and lowered himself down to the ground. Even the inside of a mobile suit hanger offered little refuge from the ferocity of the cold arctic temperatures. After moments of being outside the warm confines of the GM CCT climate controlled cockpit, his beard begin to form balls of frost in certain parts.
"How were the rookies today Packie?" A fellow Federal officer asked.
"Their showing some improvement, they'll be ready to fight Zeon's best in no time." Packie; his old nickname had followed him from the Zeon homeland to Earth. His treatment varied from person to person. He had earned the respect of many of the engineers that had worked on the RGM-79 line of mobile suits. His knowledge of the Zaku lineup proved invaluable in how to improve the GM for an active combat role. Some officers however viewed him with great suspicion He had heard the whispers from many of his so called fellow commissioned comrades. They thought of him as a spy. It didn't bother Patrick. It was after all understandable that you would be cautious of a Zeon defector.
"Alright, their is someone that wants to meet you in the briefing room." The officer turned and begin to walk away.
"Meet me? Is she that good looking." Patrick joked as he walked toward the nearest exit. The officer turned back around to respond.
"When you see who it is you'll change your tune." Patrick raised an eyebrow as he shoved open the door and walked down a corridor leading to the briefing room. Behind him the door hissed as the weather stripping slipped in to place. It was a completely different world to Patrick as he stripped off his skull cap and ran his hands through his mohawk.
"Nice warm air." Patrick remarked as he continued walking. The small balls of ice that formed on his beard had now begin to melt. He raised his hand up to his face and pulled some of the icy remnants from his beard. As he turned a corner he was shocked to see so much security guarding the briefing room. Patrick paused mid step as members of the security team stared blankly at him. Some members clutched their automatic weapons tightly while others continued staring at Patrick.
"So, you boys guarding the queen or something?" Patrick asked with a coy smile. Some members of the security detail laughed while the rest shook their heads in frustration. Patrick walked forward and presented one member of the group his pistol. He was quickly waved through in to the briefing room. Patrick opened the door and peaked inside the room unsure of who he was meeting. He then entered the room and shut the door behind him as he focused on the figure standing in the center of the room. Many of the desks were stacked against the wall while only the main table used by officers was left out.
"Come in! Come in!" General Revil announced in a joyful tone. This was the first time a member of the Federation was trying to be kind to him. Patrick walked closer to the center of the room. At first he thought he was dreaming but then he quickly saluted Revil. "At ease Lieutenant, I never thanked you for saving me from Side 3" Revil continued to smile at Patrick.
"Aye sir, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me." Patrick hesitated to speak, afraid that he may offend his superior. " I have abandon much since I betrayed my former home." Revil nodded in agreement.
"I know you have sacrificed in order to atone for your mistakes in the past." Revil replied as he placed a hand on Patrick's shoulder.
"You have no ideal how big my mistakes are." Patrick thought to himself. Revil walked back toward the officers desk and removed a piece of paper from the top of it.
"I have noticed from many of your letters to your superior officers you wish to take a more active role in the war effort." Revil read from the white paper. Patrick craned his head to the side to make sure he was hearing Revil properly. "They're concerns about sending you out to fight when you have produced so much for the Federation in the RGM-79 project. You are an asset to the Federation." Revil looked up from the paper and made eye contact with the former Zeon soldier.
"Aye sir!" Patrick quickly replied. "I have helped the RGM-79 project along since I was assigned here, but I know I will be much more useful to the war effort against my former homeland If I fight them in combat." Revil nodded. "I have done things in the name of Zeon that I want to correct, its the reason I defected and helped you escape from Side 3 sir." Revil looked down at the paper once more. He brushed his gray beard with his index finger and placed the paper back on the desk.
"It's hard to tell when a convict in prison is truly remorseful for his crimes. You however seemed to be eager to correct your wrongs by fighting your former brothers in arms." Revil pulled a fountain pen from his coat pocket and stared at Patrick before signing. "Are you sure this is how you want redemption?" Both men locked eyes once more. Patrick nodded. This is what he had wanted since being accepted in to the Federal military. Revil sighed and begin to sign the document and handed it to Patrick.
"Where am I being transferred to sir?" Patrick asked as he read the transfer form.
"Damocles Strike Force."
"Use your sensors, you can't see in this weather with your eyes alone. " A voice whispered in to the pilots ears. The GM CCT continued marching on. His squad mates were all taken out by a single enemy unit, the thought of him being shot was a constant fear in his head. The young pilot looked down at his radar and begin trying to navigate using it. The gray GM CCT took cover using a snow covered cliff to shield itself. The mobile suit slowly crept to the edge and peaked around the corner "Your taking too long to look." The whisper said in a playful tone. The young pilot cursed as his GM CCT hugged the side of the cliff. Sweat poured down the face of the young pilot as he struggle to think of his next move.
His opponent was more then skilled in combat and had more knowledge of mobile suit technology then the Federation cared to teach their young recruits out of the academy. The thought that he was facing a pilot more tremendously skilled then himself, was demoralizing. The enemy suit cut through his team mates with little effort. He was lucky to have survived.
"What did I get myself into!" He said to himself as his GM CCT looked around the area. "I wasn't expecting this." The sound of footsteps ushered in the background. The young pilot gasped in excitement "You made a mistake!" The GM CCT quickly turned the corner and took aim. Only the vast whiteness of the arctic greeted him. "Where is he!" The young pilot said as he twitched from side to side. His eyes quickly shifted upwards as his sensors detected a radar lock from that location. "What!" An aggressor GM CCT unit stood above the cliff with its machinegun pointed down at the recruit's GM CCT.
"Always expect the unexpected mate." Patrick smiled as his GM CCT peppered the opposing GM CCT with paintballs. The young pilot screamed in frustration as his suit was jarred from each side by the pain filled projectiles The cockpit powered down and turned dark. The young pilot cursed inside. "You'll get better with time." The GM CCT slid down the cliff and landed beside the recruit GM CCT. "Go back to base." Patrick's GM CCT tapped the shoulder of the Trainer GM CCT. The power quickly restored itself to the cockpit of the Federation mobile suit as the pilot followed his orders and begin to follow behind his superior officer.
The wind from the storm begin to die down revealing the rest of the recruits from the training exercise waiting on them. The west arctic base could now be seen from a distance as the two GM CCTs approached closer. Patrick quietly let out a sigh. He had been in this frigid hell for months and had asked for a transfer on numerous occasions
"A more active roll in this war would be nice." Patrick thought to himself. Images of children slowly chocking to death as they inhaled poison gas flashed in his mind. A day doesn't go by when he remembers what he had contributed to. Their blood was on his hands and he was unable to correct his mistakes for blind patriotism Once again it seemed his past was haunting him, always mocking him in his attempts to correct all of the horrible things he had done in the name of Zeon. An hour after the training exercise had concluded, Patrick climbed out of the cockpit of his mobile suit and lowered himself down to the ground. Even the inside of a mobile suit hanger offered little refuge from the ferocity of the cold arctic temperatures. After moments of being outside the warm confines of the GM CCT climate controlled cockpit, his beard begin to form balls of frost in certain parts.
"How were the rookies today Packie?" A fellow Federal officer asked.
"Their showing some improvement, they'll be ready to fight Zeon's best in no time." Packie; his old nickname had followed him from the Zeon homeland to Earth. His treatment varied from person to person. He had earned the respect of many of the engineers that had worked on the RGM-79 line of mobile suits. His knowledge of the Zaku lineup proved invaluable in how to improve the GM for an active combat role. Some officers however viewed him with great suspicion He had heard the whispers from many of his so called fellow commissioned comrades. They thought of him as a spy. It didn't bother Patrick. It was after all understandable that you would be cautious of a Zeon defector.
"Alright, their is someone that wants to meet you in the briefing room." The officer turned and begin to walk away.
"Meet me? Is she that good looking." Patrick joked as he walked toward the nearest exit. The officer turned back around to respond.
"When you see who it is you'll change your tune." Patrick raised an eyebrow as he shoved open the door and walked down a corridor leading to the briefing room. Behind him the door hissed as the weather stripping slipped in to place. It was a completely different world to Patrick as he stripped off his skull cap and ran his hands through his mohawk.
"Nice warm air." Patrick remarked as he continued walking. The small balls of ice that formed on his beard had now begin to melt. He raised his hand up to his face and pulled some of the icy remnants from his beard. As he turned a corner he was shocked to see so much security guarding the briefing room. Patrick paused mid step as members of the security team stared blankly at him. Some members clutched their automatic weapons tightly while others continued staring at Patrick.
"So, you boys guarding the queen or something?" Patrick asked with a coy smile. Some members of the security detail laughed while the rest shook their heads in frustration. Patrick walked forward and presented one member of the group his pistol. He was quickly waved through in to the briefing room. Patrick opened the door and peaked inside the room unsure of who he was meeting. He then entered the room and shut the door behind him as he focused on the figure standing in the center of the room. Many of the desks were stacked against the wall while only the main table used by officers was left out.
"Come in! Come in!" General Revil announced in a joyful tone. This was the first time a member of the Federation was trying to be kind to him. Patrick walked closer to the center of the room. At first he thought he was dreaming but then he quickly saluted Revil. "At ease Lieutenant, I never thanked you for saving me from Side 3" Revil continued to smile at Patrick.
"Aye sir, I was beginning to think you had forgotten about me." Patrick hesitated to speak, afraid that he may offend his superior. " I have abandon much since I betrayed my former home." Revil nodded in agreement.
"I know you have sacrificed in order to atone for your mistakes in the past." Revil replied as he placed a hand on Patrick's shoulder.
"You have no ideal how big my mistakes are." Patrick thought to himself. Revil walked back toward the officers desk and removed a piece of paper from the top of it.
"I have noticed from many of your letters to your superior officers you wish to take a more active role in the war effort." Revil read from the white paper. Patrick craned his head to the side to make sure he was hearing Revil properly. "They're concerns about sending you out to fight when you have produced so much for the Federation in the RGM-79 project. You are an asset to the Federation." Revil looked up from the paper and made eye contact with the former Zeon soldier.
"Aye sir!" Patrick quickly replied. "I have helped the RGM-79 project along since I was assigned here, but I know I will be much more useful to the war effort against my former homeland If I fight them in combat." Revil nodded. "I have done things in the name of Zeon that I want to correct, its the reason I defected and helped you escape from Side 3 sir." Revil looked down at the paper once more. He brushed his gray beard with his index finger and placed the paper back on the desk.
"It's hard to tell when a convict in prison is truly remorseful for his crimes. You however seemed to be eager to correct your wrongs by fighting your former brothers in arms." Revil pulled a fountain pen from his coat pocket and stared at Patrick before signing. "Are you sure this is how you want redemption?" Both men locked eyes once more. Patrick nodded. This is what he had wanted since being accepted in to the Federal military. Revil sighed and begin to sign the document and handed it to Patrick.
"Where am I being transferred to sir?" Patrick asked as he read the transfer form.
"Damocles Strike Force."