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Post by zerodash0 on Mar 15, 2010 0:47:46 GMT -5
Derek Carter lay bored in his bunk on the Sulafat. right now there was little to do but wait, his Guncannon was down for scheduled maintenance. He contemplated sleeping, but before he could decide a buzzer alerted him to a message at the terminal in the room. Answering, he was greeted by the voice of Captain Reed.
"Carter my boy! Caught that little match ye had with Kreuz and that Lt. Foley guy. Ye gave us a good show here on the bridge!" Reed chuckled as he sparring match which had been impressive regardless of who one was rooting for. Before Carter could ask why the captain was calling, Reed continued.
"If ye got a minute, get on over to my ship, we took on survivors from that Gwazine we had... Anyways... I think we'll be needin' a hand sortin' em out."
"Understood Captain. I"ll be there in ten." Carter said, ending transmission and getting dressed. As he scrambled to get his uniform on, a now distant memory flashed in his mind.
"Carter, you're a soldier of the Earth Federation. It's an honor and a privilege to wear this uniform. Now you can either shape up and wear it with pride, or you can remain as you are and disgrace yourself and those around you with your disdainful appearance." The words of Lt. Drammen echoed in his mind as he began to slow down and think about the situation.
"Those soldiers from the Delphinus... they've just been through hell. If I were them, I'd rather see people ready to help than a bunch of dress uniforms. I'd better at least try to look the part." He thought, quickly throwing on a pilot suit and grabbing his helmet before heading out.
A small shuttle was moving people back and forth between the ships of the fleet. From the main viewport, Carter's eyes widened at the sight of battered shuttles, escape pods and mobile suits. Lacking space, the shuttle simply stopped near an airlock, and released it's space-suited passengers before slowly drifting off on it's route.
Inside, the scene was utter chaos, crewmen were struggling to get a proper head count and discern the wounded from the healthy survivors. Unsure what to do, Derek wandered through the masses, trying to find someone in charge.
"The infirmary's full up, start diverting the seriously wounded to the Harpy, and those with minor injuries to the Ogre." He heard a voice command. Before he could locate the source of the only voice of reason he could hear, a clipboard was thrust into his hands.
"You! Take the names of all the combat ready survivors, and direct them to portside airlock 5, a shuttle will fairy them to the Sulafat for now." A grim looking officer demanded. Derek took the clipboard, and offered a quick salute before taking his helmet off and getting to work.
Slowly the crowd began to thin, as wounded were carted away, and those with better luck were sent off the ship. Carter looked around, it seemed everyone left were wounded and thus not on his agenda.
"I think I'm done here." He thought aloud, spotting one last person, still wearing a full pilot suit and helmet. "I guess one more to talk to..."
Getting closer, he noticed an awful lot of blood on the pilot, but he couldn't see any source of bleeding. Finally stepping up to the pilot, he cleared his throat and asked, "Are you all right?"
The pilot seemed to cringe at the question, slowly looking up at him through the helmet. "....It's you!" She shouted, opening her helmet visor and quickly standing to attention.
"Wait... aren't you... Wolfcastle!?" Derek said in shock, this was not how he expected to meet the hyperactive girl from the recording. "You-you're covered in blood, are you OK?"
She looked down at her pilot suit, stained red all over. "Oh... uh yeah... I'm fine, it's not my blood..." She muttered, eyes beginning to tear up.
"Not your blood?"
"It's... Private Mossberg's..." She said quietly, "He... He kept fighting, even when he fell out of the ship he didn't stop defending it... and I-I couldn't do anything! I tried to fight them, but I couldn't even slow them down! I couldn't do anything..." The words flooded out of her, leaving only the empty feeling that her victory at the training center was a fluke. She slumped forward, hiding her face from Carter as the young man contemplated just what he was supposed to say in this situation. He looked down at his clipboard, and under the names of critically wounded, Steyr Mossberg was listed as 'in surgery.'
Finally, he put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke. "You brought him back here, didn't you? You say you couldn't do anything, but you may well have saved his life, and I'm sure he'd agree that that's a lot more important than whether you killed any mobile suits." He said, trying to look reassuring, "Come on, lets get over to the Sulafat and get you squared away."
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Post by Nomad on Mar 16, 2010 4:09:02 GMT -5
Alex had arrived at the Sulufat's hangars bays to assist where he could. He had been assigned to piloting a shuttle to ferry the wounded amongst the fleet. He chuckled at the conversation he had with one of his superior officers.
"Do you have any piloting experience?"
"Good question. Do videogames count? Just check my flight record. The names Alex Sentara."
"Tin Cod in the Ground Forces...Saberfish during the battle of luum...that's more than sufficient. "
"I also think my stats list me as the fleet's best pilot."
"...smart ass...just grab one of the shuttles, you will be ferrying over the wounded to the appropriate ships."
The job itself was relatively easy for him, but perhaps the toughest part was listening to the survivors' stories. A couple died on the way to their destination, and Alex blamed himself partially for not being fast enough. After each ride, his job resembled Charon's; It was like he was ferrying the dead over to the underworld, a grim realization.
He found himself switching to auto-pilot to help stabilize the wounded that were in critical condition. It wasn't listed in his background, but Alex was extremely skilled when it came to patching up a wound and other basic medical practices.
"There, that should be all of them" he thought to himself upon dropping off the last pack of survivors.
As he was about to return to the Sulufat, he received a message from the Buster Ichi Go’s captain about a final pick-up. Alex quickly corrects his course and makes his way to the Salamis class. He lands the shuttle nice and easy in the hangar bay and searches for the personnel he was suppose to escort. In the distance he sees two, among them was Derek Carter; a face he recognized from previous mission. He never really talked to the guy, but Alex could never forget a face.
“Seaman Carter. Are you who I am suppose to ferry over?” he asked
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Post by zerodash0 on Mar 16, 2010 17:20:10 GMT -5
"Uh yeah, just the two of us I guess." Carter shrugged, nodding at Samantha, who was still wearing a blood-soaked pilot suit and looking at the floor. Now helmetless, her waist-length pink hair floated in a ponytail. The equally stained helmet hung loosely off her fingertips.
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Post by blackmage on Mar 16, 2010 20:25:48 GMT -5
"Oh come on! Don't give me this kind of news damn it!" Patrick protested loudly with the captain of the Orc.
"I can't help it they want us to move on!" The captain quickly defended himself. Patrick punched the wall with his fist and walked away frustrated at his new set of orders.
"Fucking wankers..." Patrick muttered as he made his way past a group of soldiers. The group of servicemen quickly saluted the Lieutenant. Patrick returned the salute and responded with a "At ease." command as he drifted past them. His irritation only grew as he made his way past the commons area where some members of the Orc were just now getting their lunch before setting out on patrol for the fleet. Many of mobile suit pilots he knew were from the engagement he had with a SS seek and destroy team. He would trust his life to many of the pilots after what they showed him in combat against some of the finest pilots of the SS.
Lt. Foley!" One of the pilots broke ranks with the others and quickly floated behind Patrick. He quickly turned around in mid flight to see who it was. The voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite tell who it was exactly. The pilot who called out his name smiled and waved at Patrick. It was then that Patrick knew who it was.
"Pvt. Nielson, I didn't expect to see you here amongst mobile suit pilots." To Jimmy Nielson's surprise Patrick extended his hand to the pilot for a handshake rather than saluting. "I never forgot what you and your boys did for me when I came up in space." Jimmy looked down at his superior officer's hand with a surprised look on his face and then reluctantly shook his hand.
"Uhhh, Just doing my job sir." Jimmy responded. I was reassigned here once you guys started assembling a fleet. Patrick nodded.
"Good to hear you are out of that coffin that you were in, we need the experienced pilots for mobile suits." Both men drifted along out of the cafeteria Both pilots went on talking about their times in space and the battles they had since they last parted ways. Eventually the conversation lead to the wounded from the Gwazine theft. "I wasn't exactly pleased about the theft of the Gwazine. That thing offered more firepower than any Magellan and it was valuable to our dominance in space." Patrick went on as both men reached a corridor where space helmets were hanging from wall hooks. Patrick grabbed for one of them and locked it in place with his space suit harness.
"H-how did you loose it?" Jimmy stuttered slightly. He had heard only rumors as to what happen but nothing concrete The only physical evidence he had seen was the wounded. Patrick groaned when he heard the question. He never liked being one upped by anyone, He really never likes the thought that someone had got the better of him. In the case of the Gwazine their was nothing he could do.
"Some arse bandit named Riley that thinks he is a ghost or something, got the drop on us while we were sleeping... their was nothing we could do but try and fight." Patrick pressed a door control button and waited for the door to open that led to the hanger. "I have to check on the wounded being brought in, can we carry this conversation on another time mate?" Jimmy scratched the back of his head. He could tell Foley was clearly distracted by something and he had little time to spare.
"Sure whatever you say Lieutenant." Jimmy saluted and watched as Patrick drifted away out into the corridor. The door closed behind Patrick as he made his way to the last door. On it where warning signs written in red expressing great caution. It was times like these that he wandered how stupid people could be as to ignore a warning sign, but Patrick thought nothing of it as he made his way into the entrance of the hanger. His GM Command stood alongside the other GM models as routine maintenance begin on the mobile suits. The mechanics begin running trouble shooting with the mobile suits electronics software searching for any kind of error codes. One could never be too careful with a mobile suit in combat. These were still new machines to the Federation, but they had caught on quickly in how to maintain them for combat properly.
"I called in the shuttle ferrying wounded in between the fleet. The pilot should be swinging around to pick you up sir." The chief mechanic yelled to Patrick. It was nice for once to not to see that old man butting heads with Marc Simmons.
"Who is piloting?" Patrick asked as he made his way toward the airlock. The mechanic stared with a blank expression as he thought for a moment about what the name was.
"Alex Sentara." Patrick raised his eyebrow.
"Well it will be nice to converse with a veteran of Lourm for once." Patrick crossed his arms and awaited the arrival of the shuttle up to the airlock.
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Post by Nomad on Mar 16, 2010 21:28:52 GMT -5
The beauty standing in front of him would usually temp him to flirt, maybe a kiss to her hand, and a greeting ending with him calling her mademoiselle, it usually worked for the ladies. This wasn't the time though, no matter how cute she was. Even Alex had standards, and a big warning sign was the fact she was covered in blood. She was still probably in shock after the whole ordeal. Alex had heard enough stories from the other to get an idea of what it was like and the bottom line was "not pretty".
Samantha didn't seem like the type to handle the trauma as well as some of the others he had talked to. She had an aura that reeked innocence, and the pink hair was a huge give away. She wasn't ready for the death and destruction that came with war, or that's what Alex theorized.
"If you will follow me." said Alex as he pointed towards the shuttle.
As he made his way to the shuttle, he received yet another message.
"Lieutenant Patrick Folie needs to be picked up as well."
"What am I a damn Taxi?" jested Alex. "Very well."
Alex turned to his two newest passengers and said "You guys sit tight, I have to make another stop."
He left his shuttle once again and searched for his superior officer on his own.
"Zeondefectorsayswhat" he muttered as he caught sight of the Lieutenant. It was purely to get his attention, and maybe for fun too.
"Lieutenant Folie, I've been instructed to give you a ride. You ready?" he asked.
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Post by zerodash0 on Mar 17, 2010 17:47:49 GMT -5
Not far from the shuttle, Derek could hear Sentara talking to his new passenger. "Lieutenant Foley?" He thought, glancing over at his depressed comrade.
"Sounds like we'll have an officer riding with us." Derek said, she seemed to be ignoring him, but slowly looked his way as though to ask what to do.
"Uh, you'll have to stand at attention, look him in the eye and salute." Derek said, nodding to her as the two returned to the shuttle. Sentara and Foley stepped into the shuttle, and Cater and Wolfcastle stood. Carter was a little surprised to see the green recruit snap to attention so suddenly, she began to float in the gravity-less shuttle. Ignoring it, the saluted and held firm, even as her head bounced off the ceiling. "I guess she learned a little bit before they shipped her out here..." Derek mused, standing solidly on the deck in a proper salute.
"Lieutenant." He greeted Foley. Unsure of what to talk about with an officer he hardly knew, Derek left it at that and remained at attention. Samantha was beginning to look like a statue, it was clear her mind was somewhere else but she held the salute regardless.
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Post by blackmage on Mar 17, 2010 19:20:47 GMT -5
Patrick raised an eye brow at the fighter pilot. He was some what annoyed with his informal 'hello'.
"Smart ass..." Sentara stared at him trying to figure out what he had muttered under his breath. "Yes, lets go to the Sulufat." Patrick responded. Both soldiers drifted inside of the shuttle and made their way to the cockpit of the shuttle. As Patrick followed behind Alex he could see two fellow Federation soldiers waiting in the main cabin of the shuttle where usually passengers would have filled every seat.
"You have a light load here Sentara. Most of the wounded must have been taken to the Sulafat or other ships in the fleet already." Patrick passed by both soldiers. He recognized one as Derek Carter. He had sparred with him on two different occations neither ended in his satisfaction. Carter and a female pilot saluted Patrick as he passed them by. He glanced over at the female pilot and took notice of her blood soaked uniform. Some of the blood had dried up in some spots leaving a orange stain behind. Meanwhile the other parts were a dark crimson color from where the blood was poured on thick. She appeared to not be favoring herself in any way so the liklyhood that it was all her blood was very doubtful.
"At ease." Patrick returned a salute as Sentara and himself passed. Soon after they passed Patrick heard the thud of the female pilot's head up against the roof of the shuttle. "You may want to be careful in zero gravity madam. You will bust your head open if you are not careful." Patrick continued inside of the cockpit behind Alex Sentara. "Lets get this show on a roll mate."
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Post by Nomad on Mar 20, 2010 0:21:40 GMT -5
"Aye, Aye Captain!" Alex replied as he shut the shuttle doors.
As the shuttle began to clear the hangars, Alex turned to Folie. "So how was your day Patty? I hear you are going to be coordinating the orbit operation for Odessa. I know I may kid, but if you need assistance, I would be more than welcome to help you with whatever you may need."
As the sentence was finished, the shuttle had already arrived at the Sulufat and Alex opened the shuttle doors once more.
"Looks like we have arrived, ladies." he said as he made his way off the shuttle.
He once again turned to Patrick, while saluting. "Think about what I said, Lieutenant, I'll be in my quarters or in the mess hall if you need to find me."
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Post by blackmage on Mar 21, 2010 22:12:53 GMT -5
"Patty...why is this arse calling me Patty?" Patrick thought to himself and rolled his eyes. "Every fleet has its clown I guess." Along the way Patrick stared out the window. Thoughts of how many lives were in his hands only consumed him. He didn't know how he was going to inform the crews of each ship of the orders he was given. They would have no time to transport the wounded to another ship. The fleet was being ordered directly into combat. Patrick sieghed as the shuttle docked with the Sulafat. He didn't hear much else of what Alex said. Only the usage of the name Patty seem to replay itself in his head. Both men unbuckled themselves from their seats.
"Thanks for the ride mate." Patrick unbuckled his seat and begin to leave. He looked over at the pilots chair only to see that Alex Sentara was no where to be seen. Patrick stuck his head around the cornor and watched as Alex floated by the shuttle door. "I'm just getting out of my seat and this guy is already at the door. What is he on? Meth?" Patrick mumbled to himself as he made his way past Derek and the female pilot.
The shuttle doors opened and Alex was the first one out. Patrick followed closely behind. The fighter pilot turned and saluted Foley.
"Think about what I said, Lieutenant, I'll be in my quarters or in the mess hall if you need to find me." Patrick saluted back.
"Have you made your will out mate?" Alex stopped himself in midflight with a look of confusion. "You will be leading a squad of saberfish in combat for this operation, are you prepaired for that?" Patrick caught himself on a railing and anchored himself down to solid ground. Patrick stared at Alex waiting for an answer.
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Post by zerodash0 on Mar 21, 2010 23:26:11 GMT -5
Derek and Samantha quietly unbuckled themselves and left the shuttle. The passes Sentara and Foley, who stopped for a chat. the saluted again as they passed, and moved on.
Not long after, Derek stood outside the women's locker room, arms crossed, tapping a finger on his arm as he waited. It's not that he was impatient, but there wasn't much else to do besides tap his finger. Finally, she floated through the door, her new pilot suit identical to the old one, minus the blood. Derek glanced over, quickly averting his eyes so as not to appear to be staring.
"Could she have found a tighter suit?" He thought, mentally kicking himself for thinking about such things after hearing what she's been through. He scratched his head and tried to come up with something to say when she beat him to it.
"They can't fix my mobile suit can they?"
"Uhh... no, but it's alright, I've been told you'll be given a standard GM for now."
She turned away, Derek hoped she wasn't crying or anything. He didn't know what to do about that kind of thing. Though he couldn't see it, her eyes weren't filling with tears, but hardening with determination.
"Good." She said, "Then it'll be just like I said on the recording, we'll make a great team out there."
In his relief at the seemingly raised spirits of his new partner, Derek didn't notice her fist tighten as she continued her sentence in thought. "It WILL be like that episode, now I've gotta get my head back in the game or I won't be a very good Kyo." Her mental pep talk finished, she put great effort into clearing her troubled mind, resulting in a complete mood change as she turned back to face Derek.
"So!" She said, almost smiling, "Whaddaya say we get some food before something else crazy happens?"
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Post by Nomad on Mar 21, 2010 23:30:12 GMT -5
"A Squad of saberfish? Don't you mean school?" replied Alex, grinning.
"Well, it won't be a problem. If you could, please forward me the backgrounds of all the pilots I will be commanding. I'd like to brief them on the mission, myself; Give them pointers and whatnot." he added.
Alex thought about what Patrick had just said. "Well I haven't really thought about it, lad." he replied, faking a British accent. Alex expected Patrick to roll his eyes once more, even go as far to blurt out swears such as twat or bloody bastard, but Alex didn't give him the chance.
"In all honesty, I don't think I have anything to leave, to anyone. I will have to work on it, but for now, I'd like you to have this." added Alex, handing Patrick a sealed envelope.
"At the time of my death, I will entrust its contents to you. I have been meaning to give it to someone, and an Officer seems appropriate. You can do what you like with it, in the unlikely event that i perish. If I survive, which is more than likely, I may tell you what it contains in person...eventually...maybe after a few drinks." continued Alex.
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Post by blackmage on Mar 22, 2010 1:14:40 GMT -5
Patrick looked down at the envelope and scratched the bald side of his head.
"You sure you want to trust this to me? I'm going to be involved in the fighting aswell you know? I may very well die to." Patrick responded as he flipped the envelope over and to looked at the back out of curosity. He then flipped it back to stare at the front. He smacked it slowly into the open palm of his other hand as Alex continued talking. He hadn't made many friends since being in space, he never really made friends at all while on Earth.
"Wouldn't hurt I suppose." Patrick muttered as he looked down the corridor and stared at Derek Carter and the female pilot that was on the shuttle with him. She had now switched into a tighter revealing uniform. "Great all I need now is for every member of the crew to be staring at her ass instead of getting ready for Odessa." Patrick raised his eye brow. Patrick looked back at Alex once more.
"Drinks it is...your buying." Patrick sternly warned Alex with the pointing of his index finger. He had been footed a bill once when he was in the ZMF mobile suit training academy. He wasn't about to pay the bill for a fast talking fighter pilot.
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Post by Nomad on Mar 23, 2010 0:36:46 GMT -5
"Great all I need now is for every member of the crew to be staring at her ass instead of getting ready for Odessa."
By the time the phrase was spoken, Alex's attention was already long lost.
"Drinks it is...your buying."
"Yeah...I'm buying...sure whatever..." Alex replied, eyes wandering.
"Wait a second! You are the one with the officers pay! Shouldn't you be buying?" Alex asked, upon snapping out of the tantalizing trance associated with the revealing uniform.
"Fine I guess I can spot ya...now I could use something to eat. I'll be on my, Lieutenant." Alex said, saluting.
Alex turned to his other two passengers. "Want some company?" he asked, most casually.
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