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Post by altoh on Jun 3, 2010 0:39:16 GMT -5
The halls of The Factory's hangar glowed with a flash. An indistinct GM Command, much like the three currently docked, opened its hatch. This was notable. This Command and this Command alone had its pilot remaining onboard after returning from that last battle. Gracefully, a figure broke out and it was apparent as to why the hatch had opened. The figure wasn't wearing any sort of space battle dress, and would have suffocated if the hangar had remained open to the outdoors; a cold, dead void that had snatched the lives of many.
But not this one.
For the figure was Breakfister Turbulence, the newest Chief Petty Officer to have been added to the ravaged, cleaned out rosters of the Earth Federation Space Force. From his looks though, he would be the leader of the Schutzstaffel or some Germanic bullshit, as Turbulence, the man, insisted on wearing a salvaged Zeonic uniform of red, white, and black.
"Fucking sleeves."
An off-handed comment made by a technician whose occupation was apparent only by the wrench he had, gutting some nut out of an MPT Guncannon. Otherwise, his space gear disguised his face and his proportions. It clearly made an effect, as that majestic Turbulence turned his head towards the Guncannon.
"You like my sleeves...eh? You should. You don't know how much womanly juices have stained these wine-red fabrics. You know what I'm fuckin' wearing? A canvas, that's painted with sex. A true masterpiece that glows the brightest under blacklight."
The Turbulence then glided down to the MPT Guncannon, inviting the looks of all present in the hangar. The only reason that this man wasn't shot dead on the spot for wearing a Zeon uniform was because of strict orders that the ship received days ago before this fateful transfer.
"...Derek Carter's Guncannon? That's a nice name for a wingman. He'll make a great subordinate."
And Breakfister Turbulence, to the amazement of many, grabbed hold of a nearby white paint spray can, and pulled away from a floating cart, a set of stencils. The mechanic, clearly aghast, was unable to comprehend what was coming next. And unless Mr. Carter was coming to defend the honor of his machine, Breakfister Turbulence was feeling the need to mark his new property.
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 3, 2010 0:52:13 GMT -5
Derek Carter happened to come around the leg of his Mobile Suit at just that moment. Fatigued, angry and needing to vent, the sight of a Zeon uniform was like a blessing in red. Without a moment's thought, Derek grabbed the man, slammed him into the side of his Guncannon, and had his Beretta levelled under the supposed intruder's chin. Clearly, Carter didn't get the memo.
"Just who I've been looking for." Carter said with a dark tone, "Sneaking in to plant some bombs?" He asked, looking down at the paint can, and then to his EFF rank badge as the truth began to become clear. His mental state would not let him cool down however, and before getting a grip he struck Turbulence across the face with his pistol.
"What the HELL are you doing in here dressed like that!?"
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Post by altoh on Jun 3, 2010 1:03:43 GMT -5
Turbulence aimed the spray paint at the Guncannon, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His lips were about to move until he kissed the cold, cold steel of the Guncannon's armor.
"How rud---NGH!"
Suddenly, the man known as Turbulence was roughly turned around, and he felt the tip of a gun about to blow his skull to pieces. After a few moments and with the man's last sentence, he comprehended his situation. And his lips, a little blue, started to speak before he received a strike on his cheek that he was sure knocked a tooth loose. Mr. Breakfister Turbulence unceremoniously spat the teeth out against the Guncannon before finally speaking.
"I...am busy...being the hero that you all desperately need. And you, you my friend, are being very rude. What are you, just a Petty Officer Third---Mr. Derek Carter?"
He smiled.
"I...see, so this is your mach--well, no. I was about to mark it, because I have decided you're going to be my wingman. And you are going to become my property...and, this, by extension, is now my machine. Okay? I mean, I'm sure...you feel disoriented from this."
With his grin still fresh on his face, punctuated by a slight drip of blood, Mr. Turbulence began to adjust his uniform. "Pleased to meet you, my subordinate. My name is Mr. Turbulence. Breakfister Turbulence."
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 3, 2010 1:16:28 GMT -5
"Ah crap, I'm screwed now..." Carter thought, holstering his gun and straightening up. It finally comepletely sunk in that this man who anyone would assume was Zeon at first glance, was in fact CPO Breakfister Turbulence, his current direct superior.
"Chief!" He said, snapping a salute and trying to hide his shame at having attacked a fellow EFSF soldier, as well as the state of his grease-covered uniform from the night of overhauling the Guncannon. He continued, hoping to explain his actions, "It is ill-advised to wear such a uniform aboard a frontline ship that sees such regular combat."
He looked upward, noting the damage to the Guncannon. "Chief this unit is not combat-ready, I'd advise appropriating a more functional machine." He said, trying not to lose his cool again.
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Post by altoh on Jun 3, 2010 1:27:56 GMT -5
Turbulence, ready for another blazing confrontation, was simultaneously pleased and disappointed at Carter's sudden show of obedience. He coughed and began to talk.
"Your objection is acceptable. And I will not file a report regarding your conduct. However, I have no desire to shed this second skin of mine unnecessarily. I'm sure you know that this uniform brings anyone who wears it power. A feeling of power."
As he spoke, he stretched his arms out, as if leading some grand oratorio. And amazing power is what Turbulence wields, as he realized his "domination" over Derek Carter's person. Breakfister Turbulence, needless to say, was quite hard. He licked his lips.
"...Regardless, you ARE a powerful man yourself. Let's see your power. Get your unit up and running within ten hours. I want for us to dance in the stars. Show what you've got. And don't blow it early."
The turbulent man then floated towards the exit, clearly feeling spent. It was unknown if he was going towards his quarters to rest, or to furiously masturbate.
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 3, 2010 1:42:26 GMT -5
Derek stood in place as Turbulence left his sight. As Carter found himself reletively alone, leaning against his machine with his hand covering his face. "Good god.... we must be running out of sane people on Earth..."
Looking back up at the Guncannon, Derek sighed. "Ten hours.... better get back to work..." He said, crawling into a broken leg and grabbing some tools. "With any luck I can knock some sense into this guy before we have to deal with REAL Zeons...."
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Post by nualex21 on Jun 3, 2010 16:36:30 GMT -5
Cassandra's confrontation with Nacho ended in a Mexican stand off. He was the only person besides her father that inspired such anger in her and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mood had fallen since her arrival. She missed her old friends and she mostly kept to herself while becoming accustomed to life on the battlefield. With the crew of The Factory steadily growing she knew she couldn't put off introductions any longer.
She made her way through the hanger, it seemed like a hot spot of activity during pauses in the fight. She stopped near her Guncannon to check on the repairs but left when she realized that all of her questions were getting just upsetting the techs. Even though she was surrounded by signs of hardship and pain, Cassie could feeel her attitude improving. She was a social person and just being around others made her feel better.
"What the HELL are you doing in here dressed like that!?"
Cassie spun around to see two pilots gathered under a Guncannon. The one dressed like a Zeek SS was obviously Breakfister Turbulence, and it was obvious why there had been a Com in circulation about him. The other pilot was Derek Carter another. She decided to head over to introduce herself to them both but along the way she saw Turbulence head out of the hanger.
"I tried to catch you both and I wanna say I'm sorry I missed him, but from the looks on you're face I think I dodged a bullet this time around." Cassie stuck her hand into the leg of Carter's Guncannon.
"My names Cassie, want any help?"
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 3, 2010 20:30:33 GMT -5
Carter pulled himself back out of the Guncannon's leg, wiping the dirt from his hand and offering a quick handshake. He looked at the pilot and back at the Guncannon she walked over from. "I remember seeing you out there." He said, considering her offer. "Are you any good with a wrench? I need to get this machine in fighting shape by the end of the day, so I could definately use a hand."
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Post by nualex21 on Jun 4, 2010 2:05:55 GMT -5
Cassie couldn't help but laugh out loud. She had never been the best with actual mechanical work and no one had ever stepped up to teach her, but if Carter was willing to spare some of his time she wouldnt pass up the chance to learn.
"Well I know what goes where I just don't have the inclination to get it done alone; but I could be an extra set of hands. I promise not to slow you down."
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 4, 2010 17:13:25 GMT -5
"Well, you'll pretty well need the inclination with the way things go around here. There's never enough mechanics for the workload." Derek said, grabbing a spare toolkit and handing it to his fellow pilot.
"Our machines are pretty much the same, so why don't you start with the right hand, it took a 120mm shell and needs completely replaced." He said, glancing back at her Mobile Suit. "If we can wrap this up soon, maybe we can speed things along with your own Suit?"
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Post by nualex21 on Jun 5, 2010 11:10:00 GMT -5
"Awesome." Cassie leaned forward, gave Carater a kiss on the cheek, grabbed the tool box and climbed up to start her work. When she reached the hand all she could see was twisted black metal. The shell had destroyed a cluster of servos and fixing them all just wasn't an option. Replacing the entire thing was a far better one and ten times as easy. Just the job for her.
She got to work and did her best to keep up with Carter, but the gap in experience showed. He had moved on to complete a few other repairs as she was finially testing the hand she'd replaced. "It really looks like you're just as good as the mechanics around here. How'd you get so good at all of this?"
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 5, 2010 13:15:09 GMT -5
"Did she just... kiss me?" Carter thought, completely caught off guard but for the first time in days, he forgot about all the death surrounding him, if only for a moment. Before he could question it, she asked him about his skill as a mechanic, and how a pilot like him learned to do such intensive work on machines.
"I was a test pilot at Side 7 for some time..." Carter said, hesitating for a moment as fond memories filled his mind. "...our team was understaffed though, so I often had to help the mechanics there. It wasn't life or death like out here, but if we didn't fix it right, it could mean the end of our project. I guess I just got used to being the one who had to keep this thing running."
He looked over to see how she was doing, and noticed that she was in the cockpit testing the hand. "Not bad for a newbie..." He thought, "looks like she has a talent for this." He floated down to the cockpit and glanced looked inside, "I'm about to start on the head vulcans now, when you're done here come on up and get started on the main camera." He said with a slightly less gruff tone than he'd developed over the past few weeks. As he moved back up to the head of his Guncannon, he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't tried talking to the new pilots sooner.
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Post by nualex21 on Jun 5, 2010 17:58:12 GMT -5
Cassie smiled at Carter. She was happy that he was nice enough to give her the chance prove her worth. "Sure thing just one more check." Flexing the hand of the Guncannon into and out of a fist then touching the thumb to each of its fingers, Cassie decided that everything checked out. Before leaving the cockpit she raised the main camera and saw that it was out of alignment and could use a good cleaning. She climbed out of the cockpit and jumped towards the head.
"I admire that you've used your service time so well. I was stuck out at an outpost so I hadn't seen any combat until I got this transfer, so the mechanics just had to took care of whatever dings I put into my suit during training. There was never any need for me to lend a hand or get in there way."
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Post by zerodash0 on Jun 5, 2010 22:10:54 GMT -5
"Really?" Derek asked, though he could tell she wasn't all that experienced, her abilities in combat were pretty good from his perspective. "After what we've.... well I guess I mean what I've been through, it's hard to believe there are any Federation outposts that don't see combat." His expression turned cold at the realization that of all the pilots he knew, only he had survived this long. Through Odessa, through the theft and defenses of the Delphinus, through so many battles he never felt ready to face. He hid his face from view by lifting the forehead plate off the Guncannon, "How long..." He thought, "...till my luck runs out too."
Shaking his head, he couldn't clear away the depressing thoughts before moving the forehead plate out of the way, exposing the vulcans and allowing the removal of the broken camera visor.
"It's good that you've been away from the fighting." He said, "This war just wears people down until they can't go on, those who start late have the best chance of getting through it."
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