Post by blackmage on Apr 24, 2010 1:32:05 GMT -5
"How is the crew holding up?" Patrick asked as he flipped pages through a report. Luna II was swamped with activity as matenance crews scrambled in preparation for the arrival of the Luna II Defense fleet and the Bollocks fleet. A lieutenant followed closely behind Patrick. Both men dodged repairmen as they made their way through. In the distance Packie's GM Command laid on its back while technicians worked to repair it. He had made it clear to high command he intended to set out immediately after repairs were made to the Bollocks fleet.
"Morale is mixed. Mostly has to do with the ships we lost in the battle. The regulars are dealing with it." The lieutenant said as he dodged a technician. Packie continued sifting through the report looking for any errors in it. He eventually made it to another officer and handed the report off to him and ordered it be delivered to Wakkein.
"I expect them to take it well. I'm more concerned about some of our above average pilots." Patrick now leaned up beside a tall toolbox and watched as work continued on his GM Command. He had taken too much damage to his liking he was disappointed in his performance, he believed he was capable of so much more then what he had shown in the orbit campaign of Odessa. He was now feeling as if the GM Command wasn't enough for the job. Intel was already trickling in to many on the frontlines that Zeon was now deploying the new Rick Dom II models. Not much data was known on the new Rick Dom variant but only that it was a dedicated space variant of the plain jane Rick Doms. While Zeon was upgrading he was stuck in a GM Command.
"Is something wrong sir?" The lieutenant interrupted Packie's train of thought. He quickly turned his head back around and smirked.
"Go on I'm listening." Patrick looked forward again and stared at his mobile suit. "So what about the other pilots?" Patrick asked as he chewed on his lower lip.
"Sublieutenant Sentara isn't exactly thrilled with our results. He lost most of his wingmen in the battle." Patrick looked down at the floor as he remembered the thoughts that went through his mind when he had heard about the loss of the Sulafat and Boss Borat. He felt more guilty about the loss of the Sulafat then any other ship. The wounded from pre-Odessa operations were still on board when it was destroyed. He wandered if he could have done more to have saved the ship and most of all the crew and its occupants.
"He will get use to it at some point. War can be a bitch." Patrick looked up from the the grease stained floors of Luna II. No reflection could be seen from the light bulbs above. Only the black smudges on the floor. It was comforting to Packie in some ways. It reminded him of when he did patrols in space in his Zaku before the war. It was so peaceful to him at the time. "What about our newtype Simmons?" Patrick shoved his hand in his pocket and felt around for change he had always kept on him.
"He appears to be indifferent to the whole situation. He seems to be mourning the loss of the RX-78-1." The lieutenant responded as Packie made his way over to a vending machine. Packie facepalmed himself after hearing about Simmons. Patrick buried his face in on of his hands trying to hide his laughter.
"Just tell him the Gundam made it safely through orbit in one piece." Patrick bit down on his lip to prevent himself from laughing anymore. A group of marines past and looked at him as his face turned a blood red from where he was trying to contain himself. He had not had anything to laugh about in a long time since the war started. He had been haunted by his own demons of war that kept him up at night. So much that he could still hear the screams of all the innocent lives that were taken when the G3 gas was used. Patrick eventually regained enough control of himself and pulled some spare change from his pocket and placed it in the soda machine. "How is everyone else doing?"
"Well Lone Wolf went out and picked a fight with a technician after being promoted again and was then promptly demoted." Packie let out a loud sigh as his soda dropped out and he picked it up from the dispenser.
"Blimey. Just tell the nutter if he wants to stay at a low rank I'll have him demoted each time he is promoted so their is some peace in the fleet." Patrick cracked open the soda and begin to drink it immediately even before all of the carbonated beverage could unpressurize itself. He took large gulps as he leaned up against the soda machine with one arm stuck out to brace himself. He continued looking at his GM Command as work was done to overhaul it for future combat. He still couldn't get over the possibility of running into improved Rick Doms. He knew he needed to upgrade right along with the Zeon pilots he inevitably was going to face in combat again soon.
"They have any of the GM Sniper II's around?" Patrick looked over at the lieutenant as he licked his lips and enjoyed the taste of caffeine The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders and looked around. Patrick rolled his eyes. "Tell Wakkein I'm putting in my transfer to a new mobile suit. I want a GM Sniper II."
"Morale is mixed. Mostly has to do with the ships we lost in the battle. The regulars are dealing with it." The lieutenant said as he dodged a technician. Packie continued sifting through the report looking for any errors in it. He eventually made it to another officer and handed the report off to him and ordered it be delivered to Wakkein.
"I expect them to take it well. I'm more concerned about some of our above average pilots." Patrick now leaned up beside a tall toolbox and watched as work continued on his GM Command. He had taken too much damage to his liking he was disappointed in his performance, he believed he was capable of so much more then what he had shown in the orbit campaign of Odessa. He was now feeling as if the GM Command wasn't enough for the job. Intel was already trickling in to many on the frontlines that Zeon was now deploying the new Rick Dom II models. Not much data was known on the new Rick Dom variant but only that it was a dedicated space variant of the plain jane Rick Doms. While Zeon was upgrading he was stuck in a GM Command.
"Is something wrong sir?" The lieutenant interrupted Packie's train of thought. He quickly turned his head back around and smirked.
"Go on I'm listening." Patrick looked forward again and stared at his mobile suit. "So what about the other pilots?" Patrick asked as he chewed on his lower lip.
"Sublieutenant Sentara isn't exactly thrilled with our results. He lost most of his wingmen in the battle." Patrick looked down at the floor as he remembered the thoughts that went through his mind when he had heard about the loss of the Sulafat and Boss Borat. He felt more guilty about the loss of the Sulafat then any other ship. The wounded from pre-Odessa operations were still on board when it was destroyed. He wandered if he could have done more to have saved the ship and most of all the crew and its occupants.
"He will get use to it at some point. War can be a bitch." Patrick looked up from the the grease stained floors of Luna II. No reflection could be seen from the light bulbs above. Only the black smudges on the floor. It was comforting to Packie in some ways. It reminded him of when he did patrols in space in his Zaku before the war. It was so peaceful to him at the time. "What about our newtype Simmons?" Patrick shoved his hand in his pocket and felt around for change he had always kept on him.
"He appears to be indifferent to the whole situation. He seems to be mourning the loss of the RX-78-1." The lieutenant responded as Packie made his way over to a vending machine. Packie facepalmed himself after hearing about Simmons. Patrick buried his face in on of his hands trying to hide his laughter.
"Just tell him the Gundam made it safely through orbit in one piece." Patrick bit down on his lip to prevent himself from laughing anymore. A group of marines past and looked at him as his face turned a blood red from where he was trying to contain himself. He had not had anything to laugh about in a long time since the war started. He had been haunted by his own demons of war that kept him up at night. So much that he could still hear the screams of all the innocent lives that were taken when the G3 gas was used. Patrick eventually regained enough control of himself and pulled some spare change from his pocket and placed it in the soda machine. "How is everyone else doing?"
"Well Lone Wolf went out and picked a fight with a technician after being promoted again and was then promptly demoted." Packie let out a loud sigh as his soda dropped out and he picked it up from the dispenser.
"Blimey. Just tell the nutter if he wants to stay at a low rank I'll have him demoted each time he is promoted so their is some peace in the fleet." Patrick cracked open the soda and begin to drink it immediately even before all of the carbonated beverage could unpressurize itself. He took large gulps as he leaned up against the soda machine with one arm stuck out to brace himself. He continued looking at his GM Command as work was done to overhaul it for future combat. He still couldn't get over the possibility of running into improved Rick Doms. He knew he needed to upgrade right along with the Zeon pilots he inevitably was going to face in combat again soon.
"They have any of the GM Sniper II's around?" Patrick looked over at the lieutenant as he licked his lips and enjoyed the taste of caffeine The lieutenant shrugged his shoulders and looked around. Patrick rolled his eyes. "Tell Wakkein I'm putting in my transfer to a new mobile suit. I want a GM Sniper II."