Post by deadguydrew on Jan 22, 2010 10:02:08 GMT -5
Inside the Schmerz's rear hangar, Alain fumed as he stood in front of his new Dodai. Grace didn't like having to work with anyone else, and showed it by not acknowledging the two "man" crew that had been assigned to him. The back of his head still ached from the bathtub incident, two days previous, but the fistful of pills given to him by Morses had helped with the pain, and blocking out the voice that haunted him.
"Corporal?"
The pilots, a man and woman no older than hisself, stood at attention before him, the pair obviously expecting a response of some sort.
Damn you Chlust, I don't want anyone else to try to drag me down, and take my glory.
"Commander?"
It was obvious that the pair couldn't take the hint, Alain glaring at them as he responded.
"What?!"
He fairly snarled, the pair taken aback by the outburst, but the need to ask him for orders seemed to outweigh their common sense.
"We were asking what your orders were for this engagement, sir."
The day previous, the 9th Combined Operations Fleet had punched into South America, their target being two Federation supply fleets operating over the continent. Each of the fleets were entirely made up of Medeas, Grace scowling more as he realized that he did indeed need the Dodai to get close to the ubiquitous Federation transport ships.
"Just get me close to the Medeas, I can do the rest."
"Sir!"
Still frustrated, Grace felt the urge to light into them a bit more.
"Also, if you get in my way, and I won't hesitate to kill you both."
Both of the pilots visibly paled, the pair, initially based out of California, havimg heard about his sparring match, and the fate of the Zaku pilot. Alain leered at the pair. If he couldn't be happy, they sure as hell wouldn't be either.
"Dismissed!"
The pair were more than happy to skitter away, Grace sighing as he walked toward the exit that would lead him toward where the Efreet awaited him, in the Dodbay's upper hangars.
Kill me.
As if summoned by thoughts of the Efreet, the voice returned. The medicine acted as a filter though, the girl's cries sounding as if they were being made at the end of a very long tunnel.
Please, kill me.
"Leave me alone."
The voice returned to silence, but it still waited in his head, simultaneously mournful, and enraged. As he walked through the massive tank's small passageways, he realized that in Zeon's standard green uniform, nobody could tell that he was different. He was just another member of the herd for all they could see. He made a mental note to himself to tell Chlust to get him a new uniform, maybe one matching the dark blue, and crimson of the Efreet...
Wincing, he almost expected the voice to return, but since the day in the shower, it seemed to be more receptive to his demands to be left alone, the ghost remaining silent. It still refused say anything else since the day in his quarters, only begging to be put down.
Stopping momentarily, he looked out of the window in the hall. There was nothing but tropical forest as far as he could see, Alain spitting a curse at the green "paradise" around him, recalling his time hiding in the tropical forest surrounding Manila.
Without stopping again, he made his way to the upper hangar, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
I am a newtype, and I will not allow anyone to stop me from what is mine.
Thinking more of the voice, than the Federation, he took a moment to survey the slightly battleworn Efreet. Closing his eyes, he tried to see the ghost again, as he had the first time he had laid eyes on the Efreet, but he saw nothing. Without another word, he navigated through the packed hangar, climbing into the Efreet Custom. He felt the telltale pressure of the presence in his head as he powered up him mobile suit in preparation for the assault.
Kill me.
Reaching into his uniform, Alain grabbed the pill dispenser that held his medication, dropping four of the tablets into his hand, which mechanically popped the medication into his mouth.
Kill me!
Proximity to the EXAM System seemed to negate the medicine's filtering of the voice, but with the drugs swimming through his veins, Alain didn't care.
"Not today, witch."
Thunder in the heavens.
"Corporal?"
The pilots, a man and woman no older than hisself, stood at attention before him, the pair obviously expecting a response of some sort.
Damn you Chlust, I don't want anyone else to try to drag me down, and take my glory.
"Commander?"
It was obvious that the pair couldn't take the hint, Alain glaring at them as he responded.
"What?!"
He fairly snarled, the pair taken aback by the outburst, but the need to ask him for orders seemed to outweigh their common sense.
"We were asking what your orders were for this engagement, sir."
The day previous, the 9th Combined Operations Fleet had punched into South America, their target being two Federation supply fleets operating over the continent. Each of the fleets were entirely made up of Medeas, Grace scowling more as he realized that he did indeed need the Dodai to get close to the ubiquitous Federation transport ships.
"Just get me close to the Medeas, I can do the rest."
"Sir!"
Still frustrated, Grace felt the urge to light into them a bit more.
"Also, if you get in my way, and I won't hesitate to kill you both."
Both of the pilots visibly paled, the pair, initially based out of California, havimg heard about his sparring match, and the fate of the Zaku pilot. Alain leered at the pair. If he couldn't be happy, they sure as hell wouldn't be either.
"Dismissed!"
The pair were more than happy to skitter away, Grace sighing as he walked toward the exit that would lead him toward where the Efreet awaited him, in the Dodbay's upper hangars.
Kill me.
As if summoned by thoughts of the Efreet, the voice returned. The medicine acted as a filter though, the girl's cries sounding as if they were being made at the end of a very long tunnel.
Please, kill me.
"Leave me alone."
The voice returned to silence, but it still waited in his head, simultaneously mournful, and enraged. As he walked through the massive tank's small passageways, he realized that in Zeon's standard green uniform, nobody could tell that he was different. He was just another member of the herd for all they could see. He made a mental note to himself to tell Chlust to get him a new uniform, maybe one matching the dark blue, and crimson of the Efreet...
Wincing, he almost expected the voice to return, but since the day in the shower, it seemed to be more receptive to his demands to be left alone, the ghost remaining silent. It still refused say anything else since the day in his quarters, only begging to be put down.
Stopping momentarily, he looked out of the window in the hall. There was nothing but tropical forest as far as he could see, Alain spitting a curse at the green "paradise" around him, recalling his time hiding in the tropical forest surrounding Manila.
Without stopping again, he made his way to the upper hangar, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
I am a newtype, and I will not allow anyone to stop me from what is mine.
Thinking more of the voice, than the Federation, he took a moment to survey the slightly battleworn Efreet. Closing his eyes, he tried to see the ghost again, as he had the first time he had laid eyes on the Efreet, but he saw nothing. Without another word, he navigated through the packed hangar, climbing into the Efreet Custom. He felt the telltale pressure of the presence in his head as he powered up him mobile suit in preparation for the assault.
Kill me.
Reaching into his uniform, Alain grabbed the pill dispenser that held his medication, dropping four of the tablets into his hand, which mechanically popped the medication into his mouth.
Kill me!
Proximity to the EXAM System seemed to negate the medicine's filtering of the voice, but with the drugs swimming through his veins, Alain didn't care.
"Not today, witch."
Thunder in the heavens.