Post by blackmage on Jan 20, 2010 18:34:46 GMT -5
The sound of metal on metal tapping awakened Patrick. His eyes shifted to both corners of his head as he surveyed the inside of his cockpit. He was in no danger but he had always had a heightened sense of vigilance ever since he defected from Zeon. He never underestimated Gihren's SS ability to find people and to kill them. It was something he was use to living with. The tapping continued this time much louder. The loud tapping appeared to be coming from outside the cockpit of his GM Command.
"Better be a good reason for disturbing me." Patrick grumbled as the cockpit door of the GM Command opened. The bright light from the hanger bay of the shuttle enveloped around Patrick as he placed his hand over his eyes to dim the bright lights effects on his eyes. Outside of the cockpit a Federation officer stood holding a wrench in his hand.
"I thought that might wake you up." The officer smirked as he chucked the tool over his shoulder. The officer was clearly of the asshole variety that Patrick was use to on Earth.
"Cheeky bastard. What is it?" Patrick frowned as he lowered his hand from above his eyes as they adjusted.
"Wakkein followed up on your suggestion." Patrick raised an eye brow in surprise. "Jinyuan's bridge crew was executed a few moments ago. You now have their blood on your hands." The officer pointed at Patrick.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing." Patrick smiled. The officer stood stunned as his index finger lowered limply.
"Its your former countrymen you just killed! Don't you feel any kind of remorse for having a hand in it." Patrick snorted at the remark about former countrymen. He had a hand in many things. Many of them were enough to make him defect from his home. Once again his past seemed to never want to relinquish its death grip on him.
"When your fellow countrymen have no trouble killing woman and children and other innocent bystanders you find out they are a bunch of wankers." Patrick barked. The thought they he use to wear the same uniform as some members of Zeon bothered him. It was a rotten feeling that seemed to corrupt all rational thought and he couldn't help but try to correct his mistakes. This line of thinking is what got him this far inside of the Federation and he wasn't about to change his line of thinking just because some airhead for an officer wants to bust his balls for being a former Zeon soldier.
"Well..." The officer hesitated.
"Well what mate!" Patrick snarled in frustration. The officer looked on stunned at Patrick for a few moments before he could regain some measure of confidence.
"What about Jinyuan?" Patrick rolled his eyes as the cockpit door to his GM Command sealed shut leaving the Federation officer outside yelling.
"He is either ransomed or he can change his mailing address to Luna II cellblock 6-2-7 for all I care." Patrick crossed his arms as his eyes begin to readjust to the darkness of the cockpit. He would soon be at Texas Colony to meet the soldiers he would be working with in the strike fleet he was assigned to.
"Hopefully they aren't wankers, I cant stand bloody wankers." Patrick mumbled as he closed his eyes and fell in to a deep sleep listening to the Federation officer outside shout curse words at him from outside his GM Command.
"Better be a good reason for disturbing me." Patrick grumbled as the cockpit door of the GM Command opened. The bright light from the hanger bay of the shuttle enveloped around Patrick as he placed his hand over his eyes to dim the bright lights effects on his eyes. Outside of the cockpit a Federation officer stood holding a wrench in his hand.
"I thought that might wake you up." The officer smirked as he chucked the tool over his shoulder. The officer was clearly of the asshole variety that Patrick was use to on Earth.
"Cheeky bastard. What is it?" Patrick frowned as he lowered his hand from above his eyes as they adjusted.
"Wakkein followed up on your suggestion." Patrick raised an eye brow in surprise. "Jinyuan's bridge crew was executed a few moments ago. You now have their blood on your hands." The officer pointed at Patrick.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing." Patrick smiled. The officer stood stunned as his index finger lowered limply.
"Its your former countrymen you just killed! Don't you feel any kind of remorse for having a hand in it." Patrick snorted at the remark about former countrymen. He had a hand in many things. Many of them were enough to make him defect from his home. Once again his past seemed to never want to relinquish its death grip on him.
"When your fellow countrymen have no trouble killing woman and children and other innocent bystanders you find out they are a bunch of wankers." Patrick barked. The thought they he use to wear the same uniform as some members of Zeon bothered him. It was a rotten feeling that seemed to corrupt all rational thought and he couldn't help but try to correct his mistakes. This line of thinking is what got him this far inside of the Federation and he wasn't about to change his line of thinking just because some airhead for an officer wants to bust his balls for being a former Zeon soldier.
"Well..." The officer hesitated.
"Well what mate!" Patrick snarled in frustration. The officer looked on stunned at Patrick for a few moments before he could regain some measure of confidence.
"What about Jinyuan?" Patrick rolled his eyes as the cockpit door to his GM Command sealed shut leaving the Federation officer outside yelling.
"He is either ransomed or he can change his mailing address to Luna II cellblock 6-2-7 for all I care." Patrick crossed his arms as his eyes begin to readjust to the darkness of the cockpit. He would soon be at Texas Colony to meet the soldiers he would be working with in the strike fleet he was assigned to.
"Hopefully they aren't wankers, I cant stand bloody wankers." Patrick mumbled as he closed his eyes and fell in to a deep sleep listening to the Federation officer outside shout curse words at him from outside his GM Command.