Post by blackmage on Apr 15, 2010 19:13:23 GMT -5
"The loss of Synapse was most unfortunate for the Federation war effort." Patrick continued as he poured himself a glass of water. "The loss of those resources could have been put to better use if he had made it through the Zeon ambush."
"I suppose you are right, but we lost a large portion of resources in that attack." Admiral Heiman interrupted. Patrick poured the water down over his head. The smell of his own sweat had begin to bother him, but the cold refreshing water revived him from after the orbital battle with Zeon's resupply fleet forces. Jamitov looked on in disgust. The former Zeon soldier seemed to show little respect for the admiral. In comparison to Cato Goloni, he had the manners of a barbarian. Patrick looked back up to the screen and ran his fingers through his mohawk.
"I'm sorry admiral was you saying something?" Patrick asked with a slight smirk. His distrust for Jamitov was evident in his actions. "As I said before I am saddened by the loss of our resupply fleet, but I was willing to take that loss in order to prepare for Odessa as our Commander in Chief General Revil ordered Admiral Heiman. My command during the orbital operations has cost Zeon all of its resources that it tried to smuggle out of a doomed base." Jamitov bridged his hands together in front of him as he sat quietly behind his desk trying to hide his rage from the disrespectful soldier. "As for as I'm concerned sir I have done more then enough to redeem the honor that you claim I have soiled by not acting to escort a resupply fleet. I have cost Zeon more then they have cost us." Patrick pointed at the screen now in a more angry tone. Members of the bridge crew looked on in surprise to see Packie in a visibly angered mood. Jamitov look on in silence. His eyes stayed locked on to Patrick.
"Right now you are praised by high command for your role in Earth's orbit, but heed my warning Lt. Commander. Don't get on my bad side." The comm message then broke off and the screen turned pitch black.
"Sir we lost our connection with Admiral Jamitov. Shall I attempt to reconnect?" The Communications officer looked back at Patrick.
"Don't worry about it mate. I don't think he will want to talk to me for a long time...bastard." Patrick mumbled the last bit as he walked out of the bridge. The captain of the Ogre rubbed his forehead trying to fend off the symptoms of the headache Patrick only added to.
"This guy is going to make me a old man real fast." The captain thought to himself as the his head continued to pound mercilessly.
"The nerve of that wanker." Packie continued mumbling to himself. The loss of the Sulafat and Boss Borat weighed heavily on his mind. Jamitov only added insult to injury. The questioning of his honor was something he could not tolerate. He had risked his life in battle along with many others to defeat Zeon and to destroy its resources. He found it to be insulting that an officer would question his honor on a completely separate incident. To Patrick it was as if the Admiral had wiped his ass with the honor and courage everyone under his command displayed during orbital operations at Odessa.
Patrick continued walking down the corridor still fuming over his conversation with Admiral Heiman. Water dripped down his face as he walked through the air conditioned hallways. It brought much needed relief to him as his body temperature lowered. He had been firing on all cylinders since the beginning of the battle. It was rare that battles would stretch out to lasting over an hour like the orbital operation did. It was something he wasn't use to. For the past few weeks leading up to the orbital operation he was use to hostile confrontations between Zeon and Federation forces lasting no more then a few minutes. This battle had pushed him to his limits.
"Lt. Commander, I have the field reports that you have requested." An intelligence officer announced. Patrick stood quietly under one of the air conditioning vents.
"How many Zeon ships escaped?" Patrick asked as he looked up at the vent with his eyes closed. He was now relaxed for once as the cold breeze continue to sweep across his face. He could feel the cold air move between each individual hair in his mohawk.
"All ships are reporting the same thing. Only two Zeon ships escaped, both were Musai Class."
"Well they were some lucky minges then. What about the HLVs?" Patrick asked as he walked out from under the air conditioning vent and grabbed the report from the Intel officer and walked down the corridor. The Intel officer followed closely behind.
"All Zeon support craft were destroyed." The Intel officer responded. Patrick smiled knowing he had completed his mission as commanded by Revil. He now hoped he would gain more consideration with Federation high command for his efforts at Odessa. Maybe now he would get the resources he needed to combat the Zeon Expeditionary Force.
"Everything is looking up mate." Patrick smiled as he walked to his private quarters.
"I suppose you are right, but we lost a large portion of resources in that attack." Admiral Heiman interrupted. Patrick poured the water down over his head. The smell of his own sweat had begin to bother him, but the cold refreshing water revived him from after the orbital battle with Zeon's resupply fleet forces. Jamitov looked on in disgust. The former Zeon soldier seemed to show little respect for the admiral. In comparison to Cato Goloni, he had the manners of a barbarian. Patrick looked back up to the screen and ran his fingers through his mohawk.
"I'm sorry admiral was you saying something?" Patrick asked with a slight smirk. His distrust for Jamitov was evident in his actions. "As I said before I am saddened by the loss of our resupply fleet, but I was willing to take that loss in order to prepare for Odessa as our Commander in Chief General Revil ordered Admiral Heiman. My command during the orbital operations has cost Zeon all of its resources that it tried to smuggle out of a doomed base." Jamitov bridged his hands together in front of him as he sat quietly behind his desk trying to hide his rage from the disrespectful soldier. "As for as I'm concerned sir I have done more then enough to redeem the honor that you claim I have soiled by not acting to escort a resupply fleet. I have cost Zeon more then they have cost us." Patrick pointed at the screen now in a more angry tone. Members of the bridge crew looked on in surprise to see Packie in a visibly angered mood. Jamitov look on in silence. His eyes stayed locked on to Patrick.
"Right now you are praised by high command for your role in Earth's orbit, but heed my warning Lt. Commander. Don't get on my bad side." The comm message then broke off and the screen turned pitch black.
"Sir we lost our connection with Admiral Jamitov. Shall I attempt to reconnect?" The Communications officer looked back at Patrick.
"Don't worry about it mate. I don't think he will want to talk to me for a long time...bastard." Patrick mumbled the last bit as he walked out of the bridge. The captain of the Ogre rubbed his forehead trying to fend off the symptoms of the headache Patrick only added to.
"This guy is going to make me a old man real fast." The captain thought to himself as the his head continued to pound mercilessly.
"The nerve of that wanker." Packie continued mumbling to himself. The loss of the Sulafat and Boss Borat weighed heavily on his mind. Jamitov only added insult to injury. The questioning of his honor was something he could not tolerate. He had risked his life in battle along with many others to defeat Zeon and to destroy its resources. He found it to be insulting that an officer would question his honor on a completely separate incident. To Patrick it was as if the Admiral had wiped his ass with the honor and courage everyone under his command displayed during orbital operations at Odessa.
Patrick continued walking down the corridor still fuming over his conversation with Admiral Heiman. Water dripped down his face as he walked through the air conditioned hallways. It brought much needed relief to him as his body temperature lowered. He had been firing on all cylinders since the beginning of the battle. It was rare that battles would stretch out to lasting over an hour like the orbital operation did. It was something he wasn't use to. For the past few weeks leading up to the orbital operation he was use to hostile confrontations between Zeon and Federation forces lasting no more then a few minutes. This battle had pushed him to his limits.
"Lt. Commander, I have the field reports that you have requested." An intelligence officer announced. Patrick stood quietly under one of the air conditioning vents.
"How many Zeon ships escaped?" Patrick asked as he looked up at the vent with his eyes closed. He was now relaxed for once as the cold breeze continue to sweep across his face. He could feel the cold air move between each individual hair in his mohawk.
"All ships are reporting the same thing. Only two Zeon ships escaped, both were Musai Class."
"Well they were some lucky minges then. What about the HLVs?" Patrick asked as he walked out from under the air conditioning vent and grabbed the report from the Intel officer and walked down the corridor. The Intel officer followed closely behind.
"All Zeon support craft were destroyed." The Intel officer responded. Patrick smiled knowing he had completed his mission as commanded by Revil. He now hoped he would gain more consideration with Federation high command for his efforts at Odessa. Maybe now he would get the resources he needed to combat the Zeon Expeditionary Force.
"Everything is looking up mate." Patrick smiled as he walked to his private quarters.