Post by Threid on Mar 23, 2010 17:24:55 GMT -5
Kyle took one last look at the EZ-8 as he headed back to his quarters. He held to a tight routine before engagements. First, he checked his mobile suit to ensure it was clean and in working order, with all systems properly calibrated. Next, he ironed his uniform and laid it out in preparation for the next day. Then, he got a good night's sleep.
It wasn't the most exciting pre-battle strategy, but it had gotten him through three battles safe and sound already. And that was good enough, as far as Kyle was concerned. He'd heard that other pilots would write letters home before every battle; he thought that was good, but he didn't feel like he had anything to write about. He still hadn't received a return letter from Nora, and it was business as usual with the 87th.
He closed the door smoothly behind him as he entered his quarters. He grabbed his uniform from the closet and began ironing. Nora. I wonder how she'd doing? He pushed the thoughts of her from his mind, and concentrated on erasing the wrinkles on his uniform, and the battle ahead.
Madelaine lounged in her GM cockpit. It was a comfortable place as any to spend the evening before a battle. She didn't share her kid commanding officer's obsession with keeping his cockpit sterile. There were plenty of pillows, pictures and snacks to keep her comfortable for at least a few days. A GM's cockpit was a lot more comfy than a tank's.
Plus, she reasoned if she ever needed to move out early, she'd be ready. She wasn't often late to things, but when she was, it bugged her. She didn't check over her GM; there was no need. She'd been checking and re-checking the past few days, and there wasn't any reason to do another check this evening - not when she could try to patch video from the newest flick into her GMs mega-monitor.
It took her a couple hours, but she got it. After popping some popcorn over re-routed heat from the reactor, she settled into the cockpit chair for an old movie. No use stressing over a battle that hadn't happened yet; she'd do her best to survive and protect her team, and if that wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.
There was nothing like a good karaoke session before a battle. After all, dancing and singing wasn't too different from Tybalt's fighting style. He liked to be flashy - to stand out in a crowd - and karaoke was often the easiest way to stylishly stand out. Of course, one had to choose the right venue - drunken karaoke was definitely not a good choice - but Tybalt was experienced in this sort of thing.
He caught a clock out of the corner of his eye while belting a particularly passionate phrase, and decided he'd call it quits in a couple hours. Late nights were par for Tybalt's course; it he woke up tired, there was always coffee and other caffeine-containing stimulants. Whatever it took to get him through alert, limber and alive, Tybalt was up for it. And right now, that thing was karaoke. The singing continued.
It wasn't the most exciting pre-battle strategy, but it had gotten him through three battles safe and sound already. And that was good enough, as far as Kyle was concerned. He'd heard that other pilots would write letters home before every battle; he thought that was good, but he didn't feel like he had anything to write about. He still hadn't received a return letter from Nora, and it was business as usual with the 87th.
He closed the door smoothly behind him as he entered his quarters. He grabbed his uniform from the closet and began ironing. Nora. I wonder how she'd doing? He pushed the thoughts of her from his mind, and concentrated on erasing the wrinkles on his uniform, and the battle ahead.
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Madelaine lounged in her GM cockpit. It was a comfortable place as any to spend the evening before a battle. She didn't share her kid commanding officer's obsession with keeping his cockpit sterile. There were plenty of pillows, pictures and snacks to keep her comfortable for at least a few days. A GM's cockpit was a lot more comfy than a tank's.
Plus, she reasoned if she ever needed to move out early, she'd be ready. She wasn't often late to things, but when she was, it bugged her. She didn't check over her GM; there was no need. She'd been checking and re-checking the past few days, and there wasn't any reason to do another check this evening - not when she could try to patch video from the newest flick into her GMs mega-monitor.
It took her a couple hours, but she got it. After popping some popcorn over re-routed heat from the reactor, she settled into the cockpit chair for an old movie. No use stressing over a battle that hadn't happened yet; she'd do her best to survive and protect her team, and if that wasn't enough, it wasn't enough.
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There was nothing like a good karaoke session before a battle. After all, dancing and singing wasn't too different from Tybalt's fighting style. He liked to be flashy - to stand out in a crowd - and karaoke was often the easiest way to stylishly stand out. Of course, one had to choose the right venue - drunken karaoke was definitely not a good choice - but Tybalt was experienced in this sort of thing.
He caught a clock out of the corner of his eye while belting a particularly passionate phrase, and decided he'd call it quits in a couple hours. Late nights were par for Tybalt's course; it he woke up tired, there was always coffee and other caffeine-containing stimulants. Whatever it took to get him through alert, limber and alive, Tybalt was up for it. And right now, that thing was karaoke. The singing continued.