Post by faultylogic on May 18, 2010 19:37:13 GMT -5
"Ahem. I'm tired. Maybe it's from the sheer amount of things that I've been doing this past week, or maybe it's weather we've been having lately, or hell, it could be from being cooped up for so long. All I know is, I'm burnt out and I need a breather. I know I have an obligation to continue doing what I've been doing so far, but you have to understand, I'm human. You can't attached a wire to me and expect me to be fully charged the next day. It takes time, care, and a lot of rest before I am back to my normal routine. So, long story short, I need a break."
"Denied."
"Permission to ask why, captain?"
Roslyn sighed, "Isaac... Mao came in here earlier and asked for a few days off, in addition to borrowing some of my old clothing. I don't know what she's planning, but I am now sure that if I give you time off, I, and the rest of the crew on this ship, will regret it for the rest our lives. That and you need a better excuse. We're in deep space in a transport. The only weather we have is cold, with a huge chance of shower, which I expect you to be having for the next several days. Now, if you excuse me, I have an old friend to visit."
Although disappointed, Isaac still performed his duty as X.O. "If you're looking for your friend, she's not in her room. Apparently, she locked herself inside her mobile suit."
"Oh, god-damnit, Maria. Alright, thank you, X.O." She tenses up as she prepares herself for what she's going to say next. "I'll regret this, but you can have the rest of the afternoon off, if nothing important happens. Dismissed." Roslyn rubbed her forehead as she heard her X.O. thanking her profusely. After a while, she arrived at the hangar where the mobile suits are located. While the mechanics are moving around, performing light maintenance, she notices a figure standing by the Zaku.
"No, Gwen. She is not a toy. I didn't care when you did what you had to, to snap me out of my problems, but hers is off-limits to you."
Gwen smiles. "Don't worry, she's all yours. I just want to see how you're going to do this. That's all. Would make for an interesting case study."
Roslyn growls at her, as she approaches the mobile suit. She tries to open it manually, but it wasn't budging. She knocked on the cockpit frame a few times before yelling out. "Open up, Maria. I just want to talk, that's all." When there was no response, she banged against the mobile suit again. "Please, Maria, open up. I..., I..., Ah, to hell with this." She turned and reached for the blowtorch. "Maria, I stopped giving a crap about talking my way out a while ago. If you want something to happen, then you have to go do it yourself." She lit the torch. "And if you're not coming out, I'm going in, and I'll let you know now. I can always replace the Zaku, but I can never replace you. You have 5 second before I.."
The cockpit opened up and inside sat an angry, yet confused looking Maria. "You've changed..."
"No shit. Now get out here."
She hesitated for a moment, but seeing the blowtorch still in Roslyn's hand, she slowly got out. But before she could set her foot outside of the suit, Roslyn dropped the blowtorch, grabbed Maria's arm and pulled her into a hug. Maria struggled but ultimately gave up and let her be hugged, all the while a frantic Gwen is crying for help from the nearby mechanic to grab the highly dangerous, and now, unattended blowtorch on the floor.
"Denied."
"Permission to ask why, captain?"
Roslyn sighed, "Isaac... Mao came in here earlier and asked for a few days off, in addition to borrowing some of my old clothing. I don't know what she's planning, but I am now sure that if I give you time off, I, and the rest of the crew on this ship, will regret it for the rest our lives. That and you need a better excuse. We're in deep space in a transport. The only weather we have is cold, with a huge chance of shower, which I expect you to be having for the next several days. Now, if you excuse me, I have an old friend to visit."
Although disappointed, Isaac still performed his duty as X.O. "If you're looking for your friend, she's not in her room. Apparently, she locked herself inside her mobile suit."
"Oh, god-damnit, Maria. Alright, thank you, X.O." She tenses up as she prepares herself for what she's going to say next. "I'll regret this, but you can have the rest of the afternoon off, if nothing important happens. Dismissed." Roslyn rubbed her forehead as she heard her X.O. thanking her profusely. After a while, she arrived at the hangar where the mobile suits are located. While the mechanics are moving around, performing light maintenance, she notices a figure standing by the Zaku.
"No, Gwen. She is not a toy. I didn't care when you did what you had to, to snap me out of my problems, but hers is off-limits to you."
Gwen smiles. "Don't worry, she's all yours. I just want to see how you're going to do this. That's all. Would make for an interesting case study."
Roslyn growls at her, as she approaches the mobile suit. She tries to open it manually, but it wasn't budging. She knocked on the cockpit frame a few times before yelling out. "Open up, Maria. I just want to talk, that's all." When there was no response, she banged against the mobile suit again. "Please, Maria, open up. I..., I..., Ah, to hell with this." She turned and reached for the blowtorch. "Maria, I stopped giving a crap about talking my way out a while ago. If you want something to happen, then you have to go do it yourself." She lit the torch. "And if you're not coming out, I'm going in, and I'll let you know now. I can always replace the Zaku, but I can never replace you. You have 5 second before I.."
The cockpit opened up and inside sat an angry, yet confused looking Maria. "You've changed..."
"No shit. Now get out here."
She hesitated for a moment, but seeing the blowtorch still in Roslyn's hand, she slowly got out. But before she could set her foot outside of the suit, Roslyn dropped the blowtorch, grabbed Maria's arm and pulled her into a hug. Maria struggled but ultimately gave up and let her be hugged, all the while a frantic Gwen is crying for help from the nearby mechanic to grab the highly dangerous, and now, unattended blowtorch on the floor.