Post by blackmage on Jan 14, 2010 17:29:08 GMT -5
A flash of blue light filled the room as Patrick looked on as technicians made temporary repairs to his GM Command. He had been patrolling the two days from Earth frontline in search of that white Dom mobile suit he had heard reports about with strange capabilities. Unfortunately for the former Zeon pilot the white Dom was looking for him as well.
"Had to have been a newtype." The thought of the bits entered his mind. He remembered when he had scored hits on the large white mobile suit how its bits seemed to have hesitated in combat. "Using newtypes as weapons in order to preserve the dream of the Zeon people." Patrick remarked in a disgusted voice as he drifted out of the shuttles hangar to his damaged suit.
"You did a hell of a job out there against that odd suit." Jimmy Neilson followed behind Patrick.
"You mean that Dom with the big ass? I don't think what I did was all that great." The Lieutenant tried to downplay his engagement with the Zeon suit.
"Don't be modest Packie! That was a newtype you were fighting." Jimmy pressed the issue. Patrick shifted his angle and landed feet first on the armor of his mobile suit. It was odd to be on the other end of Zeon mobile suits in combat. He now understood why many Federation pilots had a hatred for them. The overall design of the Zeon suits always followed the theme of big armor, spikes, and one big red monoeye sensor. He knew some Zeon war department members probably had a hand in the design cues of the mobile suits. They were always trying to come up with ways to intimidate enemy pilots in combat. It wouldn't have surprised him if Giren Zabi had a hand in the design of certain mobile suits.
"With a mobile suit that large it's not hard to hit, besides I would have been in deep shit without your team." Patrick replied back. Jimmy looked away from Patrick and toward the front of the shuttle where the remainder of his mobile pod team was being repaired. Patrick looked away from the ball team. He felt partially responsible for the deaths of Jimmy's team members. "I'm sorry I brought that up mate." Patrick apologized.
"It happens." Jimmy turned to face Patrick. "I've stopped trying to learn the names of the replacements, it makes the war easier to bare." Patrick had seen this kind of thing when he was in the SAF. His fellow comrades would stop even recognizing the replacements and pretend they never existed. It was somehow a cheap coping mechanism in war that both sides shared.
"You'll get through this bloody war just like everyone else." Patrick replied. More blue flashes filled the void of space as the mechanic continued working on the damaged GM Command.
"So where are you off to after these zeek entanglements?" Jimmy looked back at Patrick. Patrick responded with a shrug of his shoulders. He hadn't given much thought to what he was going to do when he got in space. He underestimated how many bad memories would reoccur in his dreams when he slept. Some of the things that he felt he was responsible for during the one week battle bothered him more then anything and seemed to almost torment him.
"I may go and link up with the fleet I was assigned to at Luna II. Apparently the ranking officer died in the last battle." Jimmy nodded in agreement.
"So you'll be in charge of negotiations for that prisoner they captured?"
"Sure looks that way mate." Patrick floated up the chest of his mobile suit. "How far along are you?" Patrick asked the mechanic. The mechanic flipped his protective visor up.
"You could go now, but I wouldn't get in any fights with Zeon patrols though." The mechanic warned. Patrick nodded. He had no plans to press his luck any longer in this part of space not unless he had a fleet with him before he rooted out Zeon.
"I'm only traveling to Luna II, I think I can make it out of here without any more complications." Patrick smirked as he climbed inside the cockpit of his mobile suit. "Jimmy take care of yourself mate." Patrick saluted the ball pilot as the cockpit door closed. Jimmy quickly returned the salute with one of his own. A group of red warning lights blared in the cockpit of his GM Command as the system begin to fire up. He pressed in a series of override commands to stop the constant whining from the warning lights.
"Zeon had given me a hell of a welcoming party." Patrick thought aloud as he remembered the white newtype suit he had fought against. "I'll be sure to pay that pilot back soon enough." Patrick's smile grew as his GM Command disembarked from the shuttle.
"Had to have been a newtype." The thought of the bits entered his mind. He remembered when he had scored hits on the large white mobile suit how its bits seemed to have hesitated in combat. "Using newtypes as weapons in order to preserve the dream of the Zeon people." Patrick remarked in a disgusted voice as he drifted out of the shuttles hangar to his damaged suit.
"You did a hell of a job out there against that odd suit." Jimmy Neilson followed behind Patrick.
"You mean that Dom with the big ass? I don't think what I did was all that great." The Lieutenant tried to downplay his engagement with the Zeon suit.
"Don't be modest Packie! That was a newtype you were fighting." Jimmy pressed the issue. Patrick shifted his angle and landed feet first on the armor of his mobile suit. It was odd to be on the other end of Zeon mobile suits in combat. He now understood why many Federation pilots had a hatred for them. The overall design of the Zeon suits always followed the theme of big armor, spikes, and one big red monoeye sensor. He knew some Zeon war department members probably had a hand in the design cues of the mobile suits. They were always trying to come up with ways to intimidate enemy pilots in combat. It wouldn't have surprised him if Giren Zabi had a hand in the design of certain mobile suits.
"With a mobile suit that large it's not hard to hit, besides I would have been in deep shit without your team." Patrick replied back. Jimmy looked away from Patrick and toward the front of the shuttle where the remainder of his mobile pod team was being repaired. Patrick looked away from the ball team. He felt partially responsible for the deaths of Jimmy's team members. "I'm sorry I brought that up mate." Patrick apologized.
"It happens." Jimmy turned to face Patrick. "I've stopped trying to learn the names of the replacements, it makes the war easier to bare." Patrick had seen this kind of thing when he was in the SAF. His fellow comrades would stop even recognizing the replacements and pretend they never existed. It was somehow a cheap coping mechanism in war that both sides shared.
"You'll get through this bloody war just like everyone else." Patrick replied. More blue flashes filled the void of space as the mechanic continued working on the damaged GM Command.
"So where are you off to after these zeek entanglements?" Jimmy looked back at Patrick. Patrick responded with a shrug of his shoulders. He hadn't given much thought to what he was going to do when he got in space. He underestimated how many bad memories would reoccur in his dreams when he slept. Some of the things that he felt he was responsible for during the one week battle bothered him more then anything and seemed to almost torment him.
"I may go and link up with the fleet I was assigned to at Luna II. Apparently the ranking officer died in the last battle." Jimmy nodded in agreement.
"So you'll be in charge of negotiations for that prisoner they captured?"
"Sure looks that way mate." Patrick floated up the chest of his mobile suit. "How far along are you?" Patrick asked the mechanic. The mechanic flipped his protective visor up.
"You could go now, but I wouldn't get in any fights with Zeon patrols though." The mechanic warned. Patrick nodded. He had no plans to press his luck any longer in this part of space not unless he had a fleet with him before he rooted out Zeon.
"I'm only traveling to Luna II, I think I can make it out of here without any more complications." Patrick smirked as he climbed inside the cockpit of his mobile suit. "Jimmy take care of yourself mate." Patrick saluted the ball pilot as the cockpit door closed. Jimmy quickly returned the salute with one of his own. A group of red warning lights blared in the cockpit of his GM Command as the system begin to fire up. He pressed in a series of override commands to stop the constant whining from the warning lights.
"Zeon had given me a hell of a welcoming party." Patrick thought aloud as he remembered the white newtype suit he had fought against. "I'll be sure to pay that pilot back soon enough." Patrick's smile grew as his GM Command disembarked from the shuttle.