Post by Advocate on Jan 7, 2010 14:19:02 GMT -5
October 5th, 0079 – Somewhere in Eastern Hudson Bay area.
Ion
Looking for some respite from the terrible snowstorms that have been plaguing the area for the last few days we parked ourselves behind a cliff overlooking the bay. Using the GM and its shield to block the wind and snow we were the most comfortable we’d been since leaving New Amsterdam. We drew straws to see who would go out and get us something to burn for a fire, not surprisingly Private Garcia our lowest ranked member drew the shortest one. It was an old trick of Cray’s I’ve gotten used to, he’d use it to entertain the illusion of fairness. I found it to be a bit dirty, but right now I wasn’t complaining.
While we waited for the private I finally convinced Cray of the importance of refitting our tank to take the cold weather. He seemed to think the Type 61 was the perfect machine. Of course it seemed that way, I did all the maintenance.
“Fine whatever, radio into base we’re not fair they’ll deliver the parts. Oh and while your at it set up a flare it’ll make it easier for them to find us.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. You won’t regret it!”
“I’m regretting it already how many times do I have to tell you to stop with the “Sir.” Hey! Are you even listening to me…?”
With his approval I rushed off to our tank and radioed in an order for the parts I needed, and got a rescue flare from the box in my cockpit. The dispatch operator said a nearby patrol would supply me with the parts I needed from their spare supply, so I rushed off into the howling white storm to set up so they wouldn’t miss us. I set the flare and ran back to the cover of our encampment to wait.
Cray
My words fell on deaf ears as Ion was already rushing over to our vehicle as I uttered them. That girl… She’ll never loosen up will she? I wonder what makes her polite even between us. I guess I’m at fault as much as she; I don’t try to get closer to her even after all this time. Is it because I’m afraid of losing her? I shook head my in frustration, ARGH I don’t want to think about it.
Breaking out of my reverie I looked up to see object of my thoughts running out our encampment. Alone for the moment I had the sudden urge to move my body. Rolling my shoulders, and cracking my knuckles I decided I’d do a little exercise. What better way to warm up was there? I began my stretching exercises…
Ion
Phew, it really was terrible weather but it looked like we’d passed the worse still I felt sorry for the Private… Just as I was getting back I took a quick look over my shoulder, good I could see the flare from here. I hope they get here soon! I can’t wait to have some new toys to play with, I thought excitedly as I dashed for cover. Shaking myself off I looked around, oh it looks like the Private is back. I waved at him but he just stood there mesmerized holding what he’d managed to scrounge up for our fire. I followed his eyes to find that it was Cray that held his rapt attention.
Cray
I saw nothing, said nothing, heard nothing; the world was my opponent. We traded blows back and forth almost like a dance. A quick left jab barely dodged, I felt his knuckles across my cheek. He immediately ducked low and went for a low sweep in an attempt to get me off my feet, I wasn’t having it. I jumped up and came down with my right heel, and… He caught it! It was a feint all along! My adversary knocked me on my back, and with a swift punch to the face it was over. I got up on my feet and bowed, I shouted “THANK YOU MASTER!” My gratitude extended outside my mind, I was forever grateful to that man who had taught me this technique. “Heh, even in my mind I still can’t defeat him.” I said to myself, yet I felt a calmness I hadn’t felt in weeks. I looked around me to find Ion and Garcia staring at me in awe.
“It’s freezing out here, Garcia! Get that fire going!”
“Ye- yes Sir!”
Ion
Looking for some respite from the terrible snowstorms that have been plaguing the area for the last few days we parked ourselves behind a cliff overlooking the bay. Using the GM and its shield to block the wind and snow we were the most comfortable we’d been since leaving New Amsterdam. We drew straws to see who would go out and get us something to burn for a fire, not surprisingly Private Garcia our lowest ranked member drew the shortest one. It was an old trick of Cray’s I’ve gotten used to, he’d use it to entertain the illusion of fairness. I found it to be a bit dirty, but right now I wasn’t complaining.
While we waited for the private I finally convinced Cray of the importance of refitting our tank to take the cold weather. He seemed to think the Type 61 was the perfect machine. Of course it seemed that way, I did all the maintenance.
“Fine whatever, radio into base we’re not fair they’ll deliver the parts. Oh and while your at it set up a flare it’ll make it easier for them to find us.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you, Sir. You won’t regret it!”
“I’m regretting it already how many times do I have to tell you to stop with the “Sir.” Hey! Are you even listening to me…?”
With his approval I rushed off to our tank and radioed in an order for the parts I needed, and got a rescue flare from the box in my cockpit. The dispatch operator said a nearby patrol would supply me with the parts I needed from their spare supply, so I rushed off into the howling white storm to set up so they wouldn’t miss us. I set the flare and ran back to the cover of our encampment to wait.
Cray
My words fell on deaf ears as Ion was already rushing over to our vehicle as I uttered them. That girl… She’ll never loosen up will she? I wonder what makes her polite even between us. I guess I’m at fault as much as she; I don’t try to get closer to her even after all this time. Is it because I’m afraid of losing her? I shook head my in frustration, ARGH I don’t want to think about it.
Breaking out of my reverie I looked up to see object of my thoughts running out our encampment. Alone for the moment I had the sudden urge to move my body. Rolling my shoulders, and cracking my knuckles I decided I’d do a little exercise. What better way to warm up was there? I began my stretching exercises…
Ion
Phew, it really was terrible weather but it looked like we’d passed the worse still I felt sorry for the Private… Just as I was getting back I took a quick look over my shoulder, good I could see the flare from here. I hope they get here soon! I can’t wait to have some new toys to play with, I thought excitedly as I dashed for cover. Shaking myself off I looked around, oh it looks like the Private is back. I waved at him but he just stood there mesmerized holding what he’d managed to scrounge up for our fire. I followed his eyes to find that it was Cray that held his rapt attention.
Cray
I saw nothing, said nothing, heard nothing; the world was my opponent. We traded blows back and forth almost like a dance. A quick left jab barely dodged, I felt his knuckles across my cheek. He immediately ducked low and went for a low sweep in an attempt to get me off my feet, I wasn’t having it. I jumped up and came down with my right heel, and… He caught it! It was a feint all along! My adversary knocked me on my back, and with a swift punch to the face it was over. I got up on my feet and bowed, I shouted “THANK YOU MASTER!” My gratitude extended outside my mind, I was forever grateful to that man who had taught me this technique. “Heh, even in my mind I still can’t defeat him.” I said to myself, yet I felt a calmness I hadn’t felt in weeks. I looked around me to find Ion and Garcia staring at me in awe.
“It’s freezing out here, Garcia! Get that fire going!”
“Ye- yes Sir!”