Post by ender on Feb 4, 2010 13:08:05 GMT -5
The feeling of the controls in his hands almost feel like a second set of hands. The cannon, merely an extension of his will. Cold eyes calculate what needs to be done, even as the snowfall continues.
Alec gives a wry smile as he can feel the hum of thermonuclear thrusters underneath the "feet'" of the Xamel easily makes setting up a shelling position not a problem. The perfect tactical unit for a war against the Earth Sphere.
"Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war." It's barely louder than a whisper, causing only the slightest bit of condensation against the plexiglass visor of his normal suit.
"Sir?" The familiar voice of Kratikoff over the intercom, listening over the communications from the CIC of the Decimator. "Are you talking to yourself again?" The only other noise are the orders of the XO of the ship, and the breathing of the pilots of the Luggun, Dopp, and Gunship Heli, waiting for their launch sequence.
"Yes, Corporal, I am. A little bit of Shakespeare before we crush the enemy beneath our artillery fire. I trust your new post is to your... high standards?" The smile never left his face, and he only blinked when necessary, not wanting to lose the precious sight of the target from his screens. Victory was so close, he was confident. The images of 680mm shells impacting on the enemy, chaos and blood erupting as Zeon marched forwards to victory.
It only caused him pause to realize that it would mean one less target in his way, one less battle in this war. The Warmonger couldn't have that, wouldn't have that. Endless war, a planet for a Soldier. A chance to fight for Zeon always. That was the dream he had, to constantly prove that Zeon prevailed.
"I still don't know why you had me command the ship, sir, I'm just the chief mechanic." She brushed the raven hair out of her face, still clearly uncomfortable in a command uniform despite the wishes of Alec.
"Simple. You know the ground better than anyone else I know, and you know how to run an efficient and deadly machine. Who else could I trust?" Other than myself, but that would mean leaving the trenches, leaving the comfort of battle for others.
How... disgusting.
"I hope that the new Private isn't wetting himself over the comm channel." He didn't leave a chance for Sascha to answer him, immediately moving on to the newest member of his little ragtag force. A student from the academy who requested transfer to Earthside, to work with one of the academy instructors.
Irusk was pleased that his reputation meant that even green pilots would be willing to put their lives on the line, just to join him for a bit of bloodshed. "N-n-no sir! Just nervous, that's all. I... I've never flown in these conditions before, sir!" His voice was shrill, quaky, you could even taste the nervous perspiration through the comm.
"Well, you will learn today, Private. Just stay ready to launch, and follow my orders explicitly, you will survive to kill another day." Irusk's response was tempered with a hearty laugh, thinking of how he would make a Soldier out of this green recruit. Another solider, in his image.
He already had the Marines of his choosing aboard the Decimatpr, as well as a hot-headed Gunship Heli pilot with the callsign of Nightmare. It's why he kept Kratikoff around. Her icy demeanor combined with a deep hidden sense of protecting the Principality and her Soldiers had made her a perfect choice for the Command of the ship. She had the drive, as well as the compassion needed that Irusk himself lacked.
Not to say that he didn't care for the soldiers under his command, not in the least. But he could not afford the compassion when he willingly ordered them to die, just as he went out, ready to die at any moment in the glorious name of Zeon, and in the name of Warfare.
"New Amsterdam has seen her last sunrise, and we will prove the dominant power in the Earth Sphere. Nothing stands in our way, and after this, we shall press the attack. Never relent, and give them the most inhospitable ground possible..." The smile went wider as he laughed a little bit. "... We shall give them hell. Sieg Zeon!"
The chorus of Sieg Zeon echoed through the comms as the little speech went through to all units in the G-Force fleet.
Alec gives a wry smile as he can feel the hum of thermonuclear thrusters underneath the "feet'" of the Xamel easily makes setting up a shelling position not a problem. The perfect tactical unit for a war against the Earth Sphere.
"Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war." It's barely louder than a whisper, causing only the slightest bit of condensation against the plexiglass visor of his normal suit.
"Sir?" The familiar voice of Kratikoff over the intercom, listening over the communications from the CIC of the Decimator. "Are you talking to yourself again?" The only other noise are the orders of the XO of the ship, and the breathing of the pilots of the Luggun, Dopp, and Gunship Heli, waiting for their launch sequence.
"Yes, Corporal, I am. A little bit of Shakespeare before we crush the enemy beneath our artillery fire. I trust your new post is to your... high standards?" The smile never left his face, and he only blinked when necessary, not wanting to lose the precious sight of the target from his screens. Victory was so close, he was confident. The images of 680mm shells impacting on the enemy, chaos and blood erupting as Zeon marched forwards to victory.
It only caused him pause to realize that it would mean one less target in his way, one less battle in this war. The Warmonger couldn't have that, wouldn't have that. Endless war, a planet for a Soldier. A chance to fight for Zeon always. That was the dream he had, to constantly prove that Zeon prevailed.
"I still don't know why you had me command the ship, sir, I'm just the chief mechanic." She brushed the raven hair out of her face, still clearly uncomfortable in a command uniform despite the wishes of Alec.
"Simple. You know the ground better than anyone else I know, and you know how to run an efficient and deadly machine. Who else could I trust?" Other than myself, but that would mean leaving the trenches, leaving the comfort of battle for others.
How... disgusting.
"I hope that the new Private isn't wetting himself over the comm channel." He didn't leave a chance for Sascha to answer him, immediately moving on to the newest member of his little ragtag force. A student from the academy who requested transfer to Earthside, to work with one of the academy instructors.
Irusk was pleased that his reputation meant that even green pilots would be willing to put their lives on the line, just to join him for a bit of bloodshed. "N-n-no sir! Just nervous, that's all. I... I've never flown in these conditions before, sir!" His voice was shrill, quaky, you could even taste the nervous perspiration through the comm.
"Well, you will learn today, Private. Just stay ready to launch, and follow my orders explicitly, you will survive to kill another day." Irusk's response was tempered with a hearty laugh, thinking of how he would make a Soldier out of this green recruit. Another solider, in his image.
He already had the Marines of his choosing aboard the Decimatpr, as well as a hot-headed Gunship Heli pilot with the callsign of Nightmare. It's why he kept Kratikoff around. Her icy demeanor combined with a deep hidden sense of protecting the Principality and her Soldiers had made her a perfect choice for the Command of the ship. She had the drive, as well as the compassion needed that Irusk himself lacked.
Not to say that he didn't care for the soldiers under his command, not in the least. But he could not afford the compassion when he willingly ordered them to die, just as he went out, ready to die at any moment in the glorious name of Zeon, and in the name of Warfare.
"New Amsterdam has seen her last sunrise, and we will prove the dominant power in the Earth Sphere. Nothing stands in our way, and after this, we shall press the attack. Never relent, and give them the most inhospitable ground possible..." The smile went wider as he laughed a little bit. "... We shall give them hell. Sieg Zeon!"
The chorus of Sieg Zeon echoed through the comms as the little speech went through to all units in the G-Force fleet.