Post by blackmage on Feb 3, 2010 22:26:24 GMT -5
Patrick stood in front of his GM Command as technical personal tried to prep the mobile suit for his journey to Side 7. Federation forces had been called back to to defend Green Noa while Admiral Heiman conducted testing for his pet project with the other test pilots.
"At least the Federation doesn't use pilots as lifeless tools." Patrick said to himself as he thought about the fighting he had done while in the One Week Battle which would later become the precursor to the One Year War. In some ways he felt guilty for what he had done but he had no time to dwell on the past at the moment. At this time such a distraction could result in disaster for the mission. "When Packie is given a task to complete I will complete it and eliminate all obstacles in my path." Patrick smiled boldly as he climbed inside the cockpit of his GM Command.
"Fuel tanks are filled, you have a fully charged e-cap, and we scraped all of the paint off from your spar." A technician poked his head inside the cockpit as Patrick went over his checkdown list to make sure everything was in working in order the way he liked it. Such a procedure was nothing new to Patrick. After all he did the same thing for the other side right when the war begin. However he could never get over the performance of the Federation's mobile suits. It was something he admired about the multi-purpose GM.
"Roger that." Patrick saluted as he checked the controls for function. The technician pulled his head out and yelled orders to the other personal inside the hangar. The area was quickly filled with activity as Patrick made last minute adjustments to his mobile suit before departing for Side 7. "I wonder if I will encounter that newtype again?" Patrick Never forgot the Dom variant he encountered while at the 2e frontlines. If it wasn't for the ball escort he may have very well been killed on his first day on the job. He dreaded the thought of fighting that mobile suit and its pilot again, yet such a challenge rarely presented itself.
The GM Command's blue visor lit up signaling that the suit was now active to the hanger crews. The hanger door to the Colombus Class carrier opened. The GM Command stood to its feet and walked to the edge of the hanger door and looked for any signs of trouble. The patrols had done their job. Patrick exited the Colombus and floated out in to space confident in his safety. He had yet to be involved in any kind of major engagement against Zeon forces but the danger of being involved in one was not lost on him. He had heard rumors about what happen to his predecessor He didn't care for names too much. He knew the man's name was Goloni and that was all he needed to know. Apparently he was like any other asshole on Earth he had dealt with. Always throwing his weight around and talking down to others. Fortunately he was KIA.
"I'm not going to be like that." Patrick said aloud to himself. He could never allow himself to be like that or to treat his fellow soldiers in the Federation the same way he had been treated after his defection. It was not in his nature to be like that. He had always made it his business to correct his mistakes he had always gone out of his way to prove himself to others that he was someone that could be trusted.
The thrusters on his GM Command spurred to life as he made his way through 2e space. He hoped he would not encounter any Zeon patrols along the way or even worse that Dom he had encountered a week earlier. He wasn't afraid of such a suit it was just he was in a vulnerable position. He had no backup to speak of and he only had enough fuel to reach Side 7 airspace.
"Here is hoping for a safe trip." The GM Command confidently moved forward and made its way through the vast blackness of space.
"At least the Federation doesn't use pilots as lifeless tools." Patrick said to himself as he thought about the fighting he had done while in the One Week Battle which would later become the precursor to the One Year War. In some ways he felt guilty for what he had done but he had no time to dwell on the past at the moment. At this time such a distraction could result in disaster for the mission. "When Packie is given a task to complete I will complete it and eliminate all obstacles in my path." Patrick smiled boldly as he climbed inside the cockpit of his GM Command.
"Fuel tanks are filled, you have a fully charged e-cap, and we scraped all of the paint off from your spar." A technician poked his head inside the cockpit as Patrick went over his checkdown list to make sure everything was in working in order the way he liked it. Such a procedure was nothing new to Patrick. After all he did the same thing for the other side right when the war begin. However he could never get over the performance of the Federation's mobile suits. It was something he admired about the multi-purpose GM.
"Roger that." Patrick saluted as he checked the controls for function. The technician pulled his head out and yelled orders to the other personal inside the hangar. The area was quickly filled with activity as Patrick made last minute adjustments to his mobile suit before departing for Side 7. "I wonder if I will encounter that newtype again?" Patrick Never forgot the Dom variant he encountered while at the 2e frontlines. If it wasn't for the ball escort he may have very well been killed on his first day on the job. He dreaded the thought of fighting that mobile suit and its pilot again, yet such a challenge rarely presented itself.
The GM Command's blue visor lit up signaling that the suit was now active to the hanger crews. The hanger door to the Colombus Class carrier opened. The GM Command stood to its feet and walked to the edge of the hanger door and looked for any signs of trouble. The patrols had done their job. Patrick exited the Colombus and floated out in to space confident in his safety. He had yet to be involved in any kind of major engagement against Zeon forces but the danger of being involved in one was not lost on him. He had heard rumors about what happen to his predecessor He didn't care for names too much. He knew the man's name was Goloni and that was all he needed to know. Apparently he was like any other asshole on Earth he had dealt with. Always throwing his weight around and talking down to others. Fortunately he was KIA.
"I'm not going to be like that." Patrick said aloud to himself. He could never allow himself to be like that or to treat his fellow soldiers in the Federation the same way he had been treated after his defection. It was not in his nature to be like that. He had always made it his business to correct his mistakes he had always gone out of his way to prove himself to others that he was someone that could be trusted.
The thrusters on his GM Command spurred to life as he made his way through 2e space. He hoped he would not encounter any Zeon patrols along the way or even worse that Dom he had encountered a week earlier. He wasn't afraid of such a suit it was just he was in a vulnerable position. He had no backup to speak of and he only had enough fuel to reach Side 7 airspace.
"Here is hoping for a safe trip." The GM Command confidently moved forward and made its way through the vast blackness of space.