Post by Spade on Jan 22, 2010 13:32:20 GMT -5
Bryce stared up into the sky as he sat upon a small observation deck that was outside of the Liger. A cool breeze was easily felt from atop his position. The current situation of the 9th Combined Operations fleet had taken a turn for the worse. They were expected to be heading back home after a semi-successful skirmish with the two resupply fleets, however they were blockaded from re-entering North America by the Earth Federation's 77th fleet. Not only that, but there were reports that the 87th fleet was on their heels and right around the corner just about.
As the clouds in the sky rolled by, he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment. In that one moment, a thousand thoughts ran through his head. The one thought that stood out the most was the one about him and Arianna. What would happen to her if he were not able to get out of here unharmed? Shaking his head, he fixed his gaze upon the temporary camp that was set below. He saw soldiers busily working, a scene oddly enough that looked like a colony of ants, erratic movements and almost no sense of direction. He would be down there too if it weren't for the great mechanics on board that got Hildolfr up to excellent condition the day before. Bryce even got the OS fine-tuned himself while he wasn't sortied on the resupply attack day.
The busy atmosphere did all but delay his current worries about Arianna. The meeting they had the other day, unforgettable to Bryce. He was glad he went out to look for her. It was odd, it was almost too easy finding her. No matter though, he knew he couldn't die. He had a promise to keep to Arianna, he told her he wouldn't die before they could be together again. All he could hope for is that she wasn't in any of Bryce's battles yet to come. If that time ever came, he would not even be able to pull the trigger. He'd have to run, or surrender to her. At least if he was a prisoner, he would be HER prisoner. Not some other scum. Getting a shiver down his spine, he shook his head. The coming battle almost worrying him. Troops morale was low, many getting tired and needing a well-deserved rest. The numbers say we have no chance of winning. All hope seemed to be lost.
Then...
He grinned. He wasn't going to let everyone else's fear affect him. He knew what had to be done. Turning around to get a look at the Hildolfr being looked at by multiple engineers, he chuckled some. With that mobile armor, he would make sure that those Federation troops knew they chose the wrong fleet to attack. He will show them that even though they may win, that there will be much bloodshed. Their loses will be greater than ours will ever be. He will drag them down to hell with him. The Hildolfr will prove its' worth on that day. He raised his hand and looked at it, clenching his fist, then opening it up again to stare at his palm. Bryce started laughing in such a way some people would even call, maniacal. Very few of the soldiers heard his laughter and stared up at him before continuing their work. He rose to his feet and raised his hands in the air before yelling:
"Arianna!! Wait for me! This won't take long!"
As the clouds in the sky rolled by, he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and holding it for a moment. In that one moment, a thousand thoughts ran through his head. The one thought that stood out the most was the one about him and Arianna. What would happen to her if he were not able to get out of here unharmed? Shaking his head, he fixed his gaze upon the temporary camp that was set below. He saw soldiers busily working, a scene oddly enough that looked like a colony of ants, erratic movements and almost no sense of direction. He would be down there too if it weren't for the great mechanics on board that got Hildolfr up to excellent condition the day before. Bryce even got the OS fine-tuned himself while he wasn't sortied on the resupply attack day.
The busy atmosphere did all but delay his current worries about Arianna. The meeting they had the other day, unforgettable to Bryce. He was glad he went out to look for her. It was odd, it was almost too easy finding her. No matter though, he knew he couldn't die. He had a promise to keep to Arianna, he told her he wouldn't die before they could be together again. All he could hope for is that she wasn't in any of Bryce's battles yet to come. If that time ever came, he would not even be able to pull the trigger. He'd have to run, or surrender to her. At least if he was a prisoner, he would be HER prisoner. Not some other scum. Getting a shiver down his spine, he shook his head. The coming battle almost worrying him. Troops morale was low, many getting tired and needing a well-deserved rest. The numbers say we have no chance of winning. All hope seemed to be lost.
Then...
He grinned. He wasn't going to let everyone else's fear affect him. He knew what had to be done. Turning around to get a look at the Hildolfr being looked at by multiple engineers, he chuckled some. With that mobile armor, he would make sure that those Federation troops knew they chose the wrong fleet to attack. He will show them that even though they may win, that there will be much bloodshed. Their loses will be greater than ours will ever be. He will drag them down to hell with him. The Hildolfr will prove its' worth on that day. He raised his hand and looked at it, clenching his fist, then opening it up again to stare at his palm. Bryce started laughing in such a way some people would even call, maniacal. Very few of the soldiers heard his laughter and stared up at him before continuing their work. He rose to his feet and raised his hands in the air before yelling:
"Arianna!! Wait for me! This won't take long!"