Post by blackmage on May 15, 2010 23:46:02 GMT -5
A loud thud broke the tranquil silence inside the cockpit. Patrick rubbed his knuckles knowing they would swell up soon. He couldn't handle it that his fleet was mangled against the Zeon fleet they had just engaged in combat. In his own mind he could hear the laughter of Dozle Zabi once more.
"To hell with you to hold man." Patrick mumbled as the cockpit door opened. The Salamis Kai he was on drifted up to the side of the Magellan Revised Agincourt. Patrick floated down to the base of the external racks where his mobile was being held and he threw up his arm to salute Tianem. A lone figure behind the bridge window returned the favor. He was glad that Tianem answered the call to take the Bollocks fleet in when he had made the distress signal. If Tianem had not taken the fleet in when he had the Bullocks fleet would have been destroyed. Patrick drifted along the external racks and made his way into a sealed corridor. The door slid open with a loud swishing sound as air escaped out of the chamber. Soon the door slid quietly behind him and the chamber once again filled with air. Patrick pulled his helmet off from his space suit harness. Sweat rolled down his face as he took a deep breath. He had more of a task on his hands then he had bargained for. He had lost a friend in Marc Simmons. That was something he could never shake from his thoughts. In his own mind he felt he was to blame for Simmons's death. The airlock door opened and Patrick walked out of it.
"Status report!" Patrick demanded to the lieutenant waiting at the airlock door entrance. The young lieutenant saluted and handed Patrick a written report on all damage done to the fleet. The battle hardened pilot skimmed through the report. His eyes shifting from one edge of the paper to the other as he walked through a corridor. In the background the sounds of moans and shouts of pain could be heard from the med bay. He wasn't surprised or even shocked. He was use to the sound of wounded personal on warships.
***
"Consider yourself apart of the lucky few." Dozle walked up beside Patrick. Packie scratched the back of his head as he looked on with concern. One of his friends cried out in pain as the doctors tried to pull a large piece of shrapnel from his gut. Blood poured on the floor in front of Packie. He stepped back in horror. He had never seen the gruesome sight of war this close before.
***
Patrick continued down the corridor and hung a right past the med bay. Packie looked up from the report and handed it back to the lieutenant following closely behind like a puppy dog following its master.
"Pull our resources together at Texas Colony. I want all of the ships lost in battle replaced as quickly as possible!" Patrick barked. The lieutenant answered with a quick yes sir. He was not depressed at how the battle turned out. He was pleased with the casualties the Bollocks fleet inflicted on the enemy Zeon fleet. It was the loss of Marc Simmons that still seemed to haunt him most of all. He had become use to his usual antics while on board the fleet. It was a shame he wouldn't have to put up with him any longer.
"Officer on board." A soldier leading a group of infantry down the same corridor announced to his squad. All of the soldiers saluted Patrick as he passed by. Patrick returned the favor. He had spent more then the fleet's fair share of resources pulling all of the personal and equipment together. He was prepared to spend even more. It would take more then one bad day in combat to make him want to give up on 2e.
"Enjoy it while you can. I will see to it this loss is avenged." Patrick's thoughts went to the sight of Musai ships and Zeon Zaku II Kais he had seen in the battle. A smile came across his face. He knew he could replenish his losses quickly and be back to take on the enemy Zeon fleet. "And I'll redeem my soul." His mind quickly jumped to the photograph he was so accustomed to seeing in his nightmares. The sight of the young school boy in Mau Province hemorrhaging to death after a lethal dose of G3 gas. His mind then shifted toward memories of Marc Simmons when they did serve together on the fleet. Not only did he feel he had to redeem his soul for the human life he himself was responsible for at Mau Province, he now had to avenge the loss of a friend.
"Hell or high water I will avenge your deaths." Patrick's hand tightened into a fist until all of his knuckles turned white.
"To hell with you to hold man." Patrick mumbled as the cockpit door opened. The Salamis Kai he was on drifted up to the side of the Magellan Revised Agincourt. Patrick floated down to the base of the external racks where his mobile was being held and he threw up his arm to salute Tianem. A lone figure behind the bridge window returned the favor. He was glad that Tianem answered the call to take the Bollocks fleet in when he had made the distress signal. If Tianem had not taken the fleet in when he had the Bullocks fleet would have been destroyed. Patrick drifted along the external racks and made his way into a sealed corridor. The door slid open with a loud swishing sound as air escaped out of the chamber. Soon the door slid quietly behind him and the chamber once again filled with air. Patrick pulled his helmet off from his space suit harness. Sweat rolled down his face as he took a deep breath. He had more of a task on his hands then he had bargained for. He had lost a friend in Marc Simmons. That was something he could never shake from his thoughts. In his own mind he felt he was to blame for Simmons's death. The airlock door opened and Patrick walked out of it.
"Status report!" Patrick demanded to the lieutenant waiting at the airlock door entrance. The young lieutenant saluted and handed Patrick a written report on all damage done to the fleet. The battle hardened pilot skimmed through the report. His eyes shifting from one edge of the paper to the other as he walked through a corridor. In the background the sounds of moans and shouts of pain could be heard from the med bay. He wasn't surprised or even shocked. He was use to the sound of wounded personal on warships.
***
"Consider yourself apart of the lucky few." Dozle walked up beside Patrick. Packie scratched the back of his head as he looked on with concern. One of his friends cried out in pain as the doctors tried to pull a large piece of shrapnel from his gut. Blood poured on the floor in front of Packie. He stepped back in horror. He had never seen the gruesome sight of war this close before.
***
Patrick continued down the corridor and hung a right past the med bay. Packie looked up from the report and handed it back to the lieutenant following closely behind like a puppy dog following its master.
"Pull our resources together at Texas Colony. I want all of the ships lost in battle replaced as quickly as possible!" Patrick barked. The lieutenant answered with a quick yes sir. He was not depressed at how the battle turned out. He was pleased with the casualties the Bollocks fleet inflicted on the enemy Zeon fleet. It was the loss of Marc Simmons that still seemed to haunt him most of all. He had become use to his usual antics while on board the fleet. It was a shame he wouldn't have to put up with him any longer.
"Officer on board." A soldier leading a group of infantry down the same corridor announced to his squad. All of the soldiers saluted Patrick as he passed by. Patrick returned the favor. He had spent more then the fleet's fair share of resources pulling all of the personal and equipment together. He was prepared to spend even more. It would take more then one bad day in combat to make him want to give up on 2e.
"Enjoy it while you can. I will see to it this loss is avenged." Patrick's thoughts went to the sight of Musai ships and Zeon Zaku II Kais he had seen in the battle. A smile came across his face. He knew he could replenish his losses quickly and be back to take on the enemy Zeon fleet. "And I'll redeem my soul." His mind quickly jumped to the photograph he was so accustomed to seeing in his nightmares. The sight of the young school boy in Mau Province hemorrhaging to death after a lethal dose of G3 gas. His mind then shifted toward memories of Marc Simmons when they did serve together on the fleet. Not only did he feel he had to redeem his soul for the human life he himself was responsible for at Mau Province, he now had to avenge the loss of a friend.
"Hell or high water I will avenge your deaths." Patrick's hand tightened into a fist until all of his knuckles turned white.