Post by blackmage on May 21, 2010 2:13:50 GMT -5
Patrick gazed at the two Salamis warships as they came into port. They had been delivered in a timely manner. Which was a good thing. In a few short days a new offensive would begin, and the fleet would need to replenish its losses quickly in order to make any kind of gains against the Zeon fleet they had an encounter with earlier in the week. On the other side of the hanger the Richmond was being repaired. Its crew served bravely in battle and contributed to many of the enemy casualties in the battle. He was glad he devoted the resources to obtain a seasoned crew for such a ship. The other war ships such as the Duke and Hydra were quickly being repaired by the technicians. They too served well in battle. His ego was still sore from the loss, but he was now determined to avenge Marc Simmons's death along with all those lost in the battle. Patrick walked down a corridor inside the hanger of Texas Colony. He placed his hand over his stomach as it growled for being ignored so much.
"Cor blimey." Patrick muttered. The lieutenant he had sent out to acquire him some chicken wings was taking too long to get back. He pulled a folder that was tucked from under his arm. He opened it up. Maybe some reading of an Intel report would get his mind off of food. Patrick sighed. It appeared to be the same old report showing Zeon movements and mining operations. He flipped through some pages and suddenly stopped as a name on the page seem to jump out at him. "Wu Jinyuan...he is bloody dead damn it!" Patrick cursed. Some of the personal dodged the British officer. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and skimmed his way back up to the top of the page. He was confused as to why Jinyuan's name would be brought up in a Intel report. It wasn't normal for dead men to have relevance after they were killed. His eyes followed his finger as it skimmed the report. Each sentence and word was dissected carefully in Patrick's mind before he moved on to the next page. After a few minutes of reading and skipping ahead of some useless pages he eventually found what he was looking for.
"Well I'll be damned."
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"So when in the hell did..grraaap." Patrick belched as he stripped the meat from the chicken wing. The British officer used his forearm to wipe his mouth. The officer sitting across from him at the table chugged down a few gulps of soda. "When did you guys plan to tell me this?" Patrick cleared his throat and repeated himself properly. He was more then surprised that another member of the Wu family was out in space fighting again.
"Well we could have told you, but high command didn't want to bother you with information that may not pan out." Packie's fellow officer chased his soda down with some fries. Patrick sighed and rolled his eyes as he flipped through the report again. His eyes were fixed on the picture of Veronica Wu."
"Do we know her temperament? Is she holding grudges?" Patrick grabbed another chicken wing and sunk his teeth into it. He jerked his head back in one swift motion and stripped one side of wing of any and all meat. At times Patrick believed his second calling life would be to become a competitive eater with the way he loves to eat food so much. The officer across from him chuckled and then covered his mouth to keep himself from losing his lunch on the table. Patrick narrowed his eyes. He hated being the butt of a joke, specially ones he did not get. "What's so bloody damn funny?"
"If you had two of your siblings killed by a Federation fleet you would think you would hold a grudge." The officer drinked more soda. "You were Zeon once? Did you ever meet one of these Wu's?" Patrick replied with the simple shake of his head. He looked down at his half eaten chicken wing and consider the thought. His order to have Wu Jinyuan's bridge crew executed may have inevitably forced Jinyuan in to attempting an escape which cost him his life. An with the death of his brother Sun thrown in on top of it all, it appeared his fellow officer would be correct. With the fleet being close to being ready for another tour of duty on the frontlines, this was another variable he had to consider for future planning references.
"Just another Wu that needs to be killed." Patrick smiled as he he bit in to the other side of the wing and stripped it of its meat.
"Cor blimey." Patrick muttered. The lieutenant he had sent out to acquire him some chicken wings was taking too long to get back. He pulled a folder that was tucked from under his arm. He opened it up. Maybe some reading of an Intel report would get his mind off of food. Patrick sighed. It appeared to be the same old report showing Zeon movements and mining operations. He flipped through some pages and suddenly stopped as a name on the page seem to jump out at him. "Wu Jinyuan...he is bloody dead damn it!" Patrick cursed. Some of the personal dodged the British officer. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and skimmed his way back up to the top of the page. He was confused as to why Jinyuan's name would be brought up in a Intel report. It wasn't normal for dead men to have relevance after they were killed. His eyes followed his finger as it skimmed the report. Each sentence and word was dissected carefully in Patrick's mind before he moved on to the next page. After a few minutes of reading and skipping ahead of some useless pages he eventually found what he was looking for.
"Well I'll be damned."
****
"So when in the hell did..grraaap." Patrick belched as he stripped the meat from the chicken wing. The British officer used his forearm to wipe his mouth. The officer sitting across from him at the table chugged down a few gulps of soda. "When did you guys plan to tell me this?" Patrick cleared his throat and repeated himself properly. He was more then surprised that another member of the Wu family was out in space fighting again.
"Well we could have told you, but high command didn't want to bother you with information that may not pan out." Packie's fellow officer chased his soda down with some fries. Patrick sighed and rolled his eyes as he flipped through the report again. His eyes were fixed on the picture of Veronica Wu."
"Do we know her temperament? Is she holding grudges?" Patrick grabbed another chicken wing and sunk his teeth into it. He jerked his head back in one swift motion and stripped one side of wing of any and all meat. At times Patrick believed his second calling life would be to become a competitive eater with the way he loves to eat food so much. The officer across from him chuckled and then covered his mouth to keep himself from losing his lunch on the table. Patrick narrowed his eyes. He hated being the butt of a joke, specially ones he did not get. "What's so bloody damn funny?"
"If you had two of your siblings killed by a Federation fleet you would think you would hold a grudge." The officer drinked more soda. "You were Zeon once? Did you ever meet one of these Wu's?" Patrick replied with the simple shake of his head. He looked down at his half eaten chicken wing and consider the thought. His order to have Wu Jinyuan's bridge crew executed may have inevitably forced Jinyuan in to attempting an escape which cost him his life. An with the death of his brother Sun thrown in on top of it all, it appeared his fellow officer would be correct. With the fleet being close to being ready for another tour of duty on the frontlines, this was another variable he had to consider for future planning references.
"Just another Wu that needs to be killed." Patrick smiled as he he bit in to the other side of the wing and stripped it of its meat.