Post by zerodash0 on May 17, 2010 0:42:33 GMT -5
Derek Carter sat in his bunk aboard the Factory, staring down at the open metal case in his hands. Operation ribbons, from his first combat sortie to Odessa, were arranged neatly in the case, each one a reminder of times that he'd managed to get through a firefight alive. Looking at them now, each began to remind him of friends who weren't so lucky. Arronax, Magnum, Mossberg, Reed, Astal, Kreuz, Winters, and now Simmons. Derek couldn't make friends as fast as he lost them, and it seemed there was little he could do to slow down the latter part.
The events of the battle were still fresh in his mind. Simmons, with his usual arrogance, was proving that he may very well have what it takes to pilot the Gundam. He was killing Zakus, helping out one of the newer pilots, and shot up a flare signaling an ambush, when suddenly it all stopped. He was gone, before Derek or anyone else could even guess what happened, his GM Command exploded. Derek remembered doing exactly what he should've known better than to have done, he rushed straight in to the area where Simmons died.
He recalled spotting it, odd in the distance, that white machine that never seemed to do anything but hide so far away from everyone. He'd heard about it from some of the other pilots as well, but this time he somehow knew that that machine was responsible for the death of his friend. He attacked it without thinking, and nearly got himself killed for it. In the end, all he did was prove that Guncannon doesn't have what it takes to fight such a machine, that he doesn't have what it takes...
"DAMN IT!" Derek shouted, slamming his fist into the wall and throwing the case across the room. It bounced off a wall, scattering its contents into the weightlessness. Without bothering to pick up his belongings, Derek angrily stormed out of the room and headed for the hangar.
He arrived to find his Guncannon exactly how he should've expected, completely inoperable. Grumbling to himself, he climbed down and immediately began working on the damaged machine. Though he'd hoped working would help him calm down, every time he needed a different tool, he found himself throwing down the one in his hand. Reaching for a wrench from the bowels of the right cannon's internal components, his hand caught hold of another. Surprised, he hauled himself out of the wreck of a mobile suit, coming face to face with Samantha, his eyes quickly following his arm down to his hand, to hers, and up her arm to her face.
"Uh...!" He said, letting go of her hand quickly, "Something you need Wolfcastle?"
The events of the battle were still fresh in his mind. Simmons, with his usual arrogance, was proving that he may very well have what it takes to pilot the Gundam. He was killing Zakus, helping out one of the newer pilots, and shot up a flare signaling an ambush, when suddenly it all stopped. He was gone, before Derek or anyone else could even guess what happened, his GM Command exploded. Derek remembered doing exactly what he should've known better than to have done, he rushed straight in to the area where Simmons died.
He recalled spotting it, odd in the distance, that white machine that never seemed to do anything but hide so far away from everyone. He'd heard about it from some of the other pilots as well, but this time he somehow knew that that machine was responsible for the death of his friend. He attacked it without thinking, and nearly got himself killed for it. In the end, all he did was prove that Guncannon doesn't have what it takes to fight such a machine, that he doesn't have what it takes...
"DAMN IT!" Derek shouted, slamming his fist into the wall and throwing the case across the room. It bounced off a wall, scattering its contents into the weightlessness. Without bothering to pick up his belongings, Derek angrily stormed out of the room and headed for the hangar.
He arrived to find his Guncannon exactly how he should've expected, completely inoperable. Grumbling to himself, he climbed down and immediately began working on the damaged machine. Though he'd hoped working would help him calm down, every time he needed a different tool, he found himself throwing down the one in his hand. Reaching for a wrench from the bowels of the right cannon's internal components, his hand caught hold of another. Surprised, he hauled himself out of the wreck of a mobile suit, coming face to face with Samantha, his eyes quickly following his arm down to his hand, to hers, and up her arm to her face.
"Uh...!" He said, letting go of her hand quickly, "Something you need Wolfcastle?"