Post by Threid on Mar 22, 2010 22:08:46 GMT -5
It was their last official crew meeting before the onslaught. Maps, strategies and diagrams littered the small table they were clustered around. Kyle tied another talk - this one about what weapons they were packing, and what to do if ammo ran low. "And if things get a bit too "beam"-sabery for us, we can always head back to a ship to resupply." He was still couldn't say "beam saber" without letting everyone know it wasn't really a beam weapon.
Kyle sat back in his chair and glanced at Madelaine and Tybalt. "Any questions?" This time, the group triangle was obtuse; it had started out as an equilateral, but had gradually flattened as Kyle began explaining deployments, strategy and contingencies. After Tybalt's team-building shenanigan and impressive speech-giving, he was glad for a time for his talents to shine.
He was impressed that Tybalt and Madelaine had made it through the meeting so far. It had been their most tactical meeting to-date, and they'd made it through without so much as a yawn. Sure, Tybalt had looked bored, but he hadn't expressed it except for the dull look in his eyes. Kyle hoped he'd been paying attention and wouldn't try to wing it. Madelaine, on the other hand, was actively participating in the strategy and planning, asking plenty of helpful questions.
It was the biggest offensive that any of them had ever participated in, and they all knew it. Madelaine was comfortable in her relatively-new mobile suit, Kyle had gotten used to the EZ-8, and Tybalt had elevated his personal piloting style to near-art form. Kyle was content; they were ready.
"Our team is strong. We've met only recently, but we can work together well. Remember the strategy when you fight, but above all, watch each others' backs. One mobile suit is a force to be reckoned with; three working together more than triples the threat. If we look out for each other, there isn't too much out there that can stop us."
Kyle believed what he'd said. He'd heard of ace mobile suit pilots wreaking havoc on enemy forces that far outnumbered their own. Surely a coordinated group of such pilots would be far more effective! More than that, he believed that if they watched each others' backs, they'd all make it through Odessa to fight another day - perhaps one day to outlive the fighting; the only cause Kyle considered worth dying for was the lives of those they were fighting for.
Now it was Tybalt's turn. He waxed eloquent on wars past, comparing their offensive to great pushes in the history of earth. War heroes fought and died on Tybalt's tongue, and Kyle and Madelaine sat with rapt attention. When he finished, it was like waking from a dream. It was all Tybalt could do to keep from bowing.
"Madelaine, do you have anything to add?" Kyle broke in, somewhat abruptly.
"Only that we still don't have a team name. I propose 'The Beam Reamers.' It's only appropriate, considering our favorite weapons.
Tybalt sighed ostentatiously. "How about 'The Beam Dreamers?'"
"Then how about just 'The Beam Team?'" Kyle suggested. It wasn't quite as science-y as he would have liked, but it was simple.
"Fine." Madelaine looked a bit disappointed, but managed a smile nonetheless.
"Elegant enough in it's simplicity," admitted Tybalt.
"Excellent. 'The Beam Team' it is. Thanks for hanging with us, Tybalt, Madelaine." He nodded at each of them. "Get a good night's sleep, everyone."
Tybalt couldn't resist: "Tonight, we scheme; now to dream! Tomorrow, we ream; watch out for The Beam Team."
The groans he elicited were the most inspired ones Kyle and Madelaine had ever expressed.
Kyle sat back in his chair and glanced at Madelaine and Tybalt. "Any questions?" This time, the group triangle was obtuse; it had started out as an equilateral, but had gradually flattened as Kyle began explaining deployments, strategy and contingencies. After Tybalt's team-building shenanigan and impressive speech-giving, he was glad for a time for his talents to shine.
He was impressed that Tybalt and Madelaine had made it through the meeting so far. It had been their most tactical meeting to-date, and they'd made it through without so much as a yawn. Sure, Tybalt had looked bored, but he hadn't expressed it except for the dull look in his eyes. Kyle hoped he'd been paying attention and wouldn't try to wing it. Madelaine, on the other hand, was actively participating in the strategy and planning, asking plenty of helpful questions.
It was the biggest offensive that any of them had ever participated in, and they all knew it. Madelaine was comfortable in her relatively-new mobile suit, Kyle had gotten used to the EZ-8, and Tybalt had elevated his personal piloting style to near-art form. Kyle was content; they were ready.
"Our team is strong. We've met only recently, but we can work together well. Remember the strategy when you fight, but above all, watch each others' backs. One mobile suit is a force to be reckoned with; three working together more than triples the threat. If we look out for each other, there isn't too much out there that can stop us."
Kyle believed what he'd said. He'd heard of ace mobile suit pilots wreaking havoc on enemy forces that far outnumbered their own. Surely a coordinated group of such pilots would be far more effective! More than that, he believed that if they watched each others' backs, they'd all make it through Odessa to fight another day - perhaps one day to outlive the fighting; the only cause Kyle considered worth dying for was the lives of those they were fighting for.
Now it was Tybalt's turn. He waxed eloquent on wars past, comparing their offensive to great pushes in the history of earth. War heroes fought and died on Tybalt's tongue, and Kyle and Madelaine sat with rapt attention. When he finished, it was like waking from a dream. It was all Tybalt could do to keep from bowing.
"Madelaine, do you have anything to add?" Kyle broke in, somewhat abruptly.
"Only that we still don't have a team name. I propose 'The Beam Reamers.' It's only appropriate, considering our favorite weapons.
Tybalt sighed ostentatiously. "How about 'The Beam Dreamers?'"
"Then how about just 'The Beam Team?'" Kyle suggested. It wasn't quite as science-y as he would have liked, but it was simple.
"Fine." Madelaine looked a bit disappointed, but managed a smile nonetheless.
"Elegant enough in it's simplicity," admitted Tybalt.
"Excellent. 'The Beam Team' it is. Thanks for hanging with us, Tybalt, Madelaine." He nodded at each of them. "Get a good night's sleep, everyone."
Tybalt couldn't resist: "Tonight, we scheme; now to dream! Tomorrow, we ream; watch out for The Beam Team."
The groans he elicited were the most inspired ones Kyle and Madelaine had ever expressed.