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Post by blackmage on Jun 8, 2010 22:52:41 GMT -5
A light flipped on inside of an office. On the far wall they're were various pictures of Earth Federation Generals. Some living some not. Two were prominently taken care of above all others. One picture was a portrait of General Revil while the other was of Admiral Heiman. Both were were taken care of frequently dusted to avoid any kind of buildup on the picture. To the opposite wall near a desk with a laptop sitting on it were brown folders neatly tucked together with small dividers with names on them.
"Patrick Foley where are you?" An aide said to himself as he browsed through the folders and searched. His finger moved on down the row pealing back the label of each folder searching for the right one. Behind him the door opened. The aide quickly turned and saluted. "Admiral Heiman sir!" The aide saluted.
"At ease." Jamitov walked past the aide while returning the salute. He walked strait to his desk and pulled out the chair. "I already have the file on Patrick Foley." The Admiral announced. The aide quickly stood in front of Jamitov's desk awaiting further instruction. The old officer opened the folder. He had never bothered looking at it since Foley was appointed to lead all space operations. The fact that General Revil preempted him in the appointing of Foley was a insult. He held a even lesser opinion of Patrick Foley after Operation Odessa had concluded and the level of disrespect he had shown to him. "In a way I should think the Zeon fools that killed Foley. He is now out of my way and now I can appoint a proper officer to take care of the Zeon menace that is terrorizing the space."
"What about the loss of Texas Colony Admiral?" The aide asked. Jamitov looked up from the folder as he skimmed through the file. His eyes were filled with anger. The aide gulped knowing he had agitated the Admiral.
"The loss of that colony is only a set back. The citizens their can afford to live under Zeon rule until I appoint a someone who can bring a fight to Zeon." Jamitov spat at the aide. He did not want to be reminded of the back to back routed defeats by Foley. It was embarrassing to Jamitov to think they had lost so much ground in such a short amount of time. He looked back down at the file and skimmed it for all the assets that Foley had accumulated since being appointed by Revil. He had acquired a large fleet throughout his short career in space. It would prove useful to whomever he had gave the honor to succeeding him. Jamitov narrowed his eyes as he pulled pushed the file aside with one hand and pulled the laptop over to him with the other. He scanned his own shortlist of candidates for the job that he needed filled for space. The usual list of roughnecks and thugs littered the list. Many had perpetrated war crimes while in service. Most of the candidates he could not vouch for them and most he could not tell if they would be loyal to him. It seemed no suitable candidates had emerged that suited the Admiral in how he wanted the war in space to be run.
"We need someone who will create a spark for the Space Forces, someone who is willing to fight terror with terror. I see no one on this list that is competent enough for the task at hand." Jamitov sighed in frustration. The one time Revil was preoccupied with an operation on Earth he had no one to finish the job that Cato Goloni never started. It was as if fate was trying to conspire against him and his agenda for the world after the war was over. He was afraid to hand over space to some ignorant baby killer. He wanted someone who not only was loyal, but was competent to handle the job. He had now skimmed down toward the bottom of the list and still none of personal he had viewed leapt out at him. "I have no other option." Jamitov closed the monitor shut on the laptop.
"Sir?" What other options are their?" The aide asked with a confused look on his face.
"Evander Creed is our only option left." Jamitov replied as he leaned back in his chair in a calm relaxed manor. Creed was a hard nosed soldier someone who had brought a certain dimension to the table that no one else could. "I've only heard rumors about this Evander Creed. Find out what you can about him and report back to me." Jamitov barked orders to his subordinate. The aide quickly saluted and left the room to do his master's bidding.
"Theirs something about an officer who becomes black listed after shooting members of his own crew in cold blood during Lourm that I like." Jamitov said to himself quietly. He had almost forgotten all about Evander Creed. With his power and influence he could give Creed the thing he has been starving for since Lourm, and that was power.
(ooc: more to come)
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Post by blackmage on Jun 13, 2010 0:28:28 GMT -5
Bright flashes filled the otherwise dark void of space. Salamis class cruisers erupted in balls of flames as Zakus peppered them with machinegun fire. Meanwhile some of the Zakus armed with tactical nukes made quick work of their target with one pull of the trigger a Salamis class ship, the backbone of the Federation Space Forces would be reduced to a black empty smoking bulk thanks to the tactical nukes some of the mobile suits were armed with. Saberfish were quickly out maneuvered by the more mobile Zeon suits that easily moved behind the fast moving fighters and gunned them down. Lourm had turned into a blood bath for Federation Space Forces. The deadly combination of the more modern Zeon warships and the Zaku II C mobile suit made for a deadly combination. A combination so deadly that it was all too evident who was getting the better end of the battle.
However in some spots of the battlefield their were pockets of resistance. The mighty Magellan Class ships defiantly reeked havoc on the battlefield where ever they were. The majority of the mobile suit and ship kills during the battle would be because of the AA's and superior firepower they sported. Even the firepower of the Magellan was not enough to save the Federation at Lourm. The Magellan Class ships were eventually overwhelmed by the Zeon onslaught as well.
"Damn Zeon scum and their technology." Evander Creed cursed as his Salamis fired its 3 fore mega particle guns at a wounded Musai. All three blasts scored a fatal hit and the ship veered off course and exploded. This was the fourth Musai kill made by him and his ship crew. They had taken damage early on, but they were able to regroup and moved forward with a more opportunistic strategy they seemed to be paying off for them. In Evander's mind he knew the Zeon Space Forces had a great tactical advantage over the Federation. No one was prepared for the carnage that would unfold at Lourm thanks to Zeon's mobile suits. They prove to be as effective as tanks were during the 20th century. He cursed high commands ignorance for underestimating Zeon. Sure they had the largest fleet, but it was all now being wiped out by Zeon more modern weapons.
"Three enemy units approaching from starboard!" One member of the crew shouted as he stared at the three fast approaching Zaku IIs. Evander snarled. The jig was up and his crew and his ship, The Glory, would have to fight a fare fight now with a enemy that was aware of their presence on the battlefield. The Zaku IIs traveled in a v formation as they approached. The lead Zaku's monoeye focused on him. He could tell the enemy suit was looking directly at the bridge of The Glory.
"Another sitting duck." The lead pilot chuckled. "Alright boys just like we done the last ship we ran into. You guys distract the double A assets and I'll do the rest." The lead Zaku pilot confidently smirked. One of the Zaku pilots answered with a quick yes sir as he sweated nervously.
"Deploy MIRVs from the starboard!" Evander barked out orders to his crew. On queue as if the ship itself was one with his own mind, the starboard missile tube servo rotated and fired two missiles from it at the approaching Zaku IIs. The two wingmen broke off from the lead Zaku II as the missiles approached. The lead suit jetted off to a higher vector with a propellant trail left behind it. Finally both missiles exploded showering the area with with more smaller missiles. None of them hit their mark as they disappeared into the chaos of the battlefield known as Lourm. One of the Zakus buzzed the fore of the The Glory with machinegun fire damaging one of the MPCs as it peppered the ship with full automatic fire. The ship trembled with each shot. Evander griped the arms of his captains chair with his eyes closed as the bridge rocked. Members of the crew fell to the ground as the machinegun fire ripped through the bow of the ship. Finally the shaking stopped and the Zaku had moved away out of range of the ship. The Zaku looked back its eye locked with the bridge of The Glory as it turned to make another pass. The portside MPC turned and fired a blast of Minovsky energy at the Zaku. The mobile suit easily dodged it.
"Its dodging the mega particle cannon shots!" The gunnery sergeant blurted out. Evander turned an evil glare at him. He had asked for permission to transfer some of the members of his crew off for more competent members. The lack of experience amongst some of his crew annoyed him greatly. Unfortunately for him now he had to work with what he was given.
"Use the AAs you blithering baboon." Evander calmly flipped open his Zippo lighter and lit his cigar. The inexperienced crew member activated the AA assets. The turrets turned and trained their barrels on to the lone Zaku as it let loose another volley of machinegun fire. This time The Glory responded with AA fire. Tracers from the Zaku machinegun impacted the portside of the ship as AA fire was traded with the Zeon mobile suit. It ducked and weaved around the stream of bullets coming from the Federation vessel. Evander's eyes narrowed as he watched it continue using strafing fire.
The pilot was in a panic and was having trouble aiming. He was clearly terrified of being in combat. Evander looked on as the bullets from the machinegun went passed his Salamis wide of their mark. He couldn't really stand soldiers like that. They were the types that could aim strait and kill someone when their back was turned. However when they started getting led themselves they show their true colors, yellow. The colors of the coward.
(ooc:More to come)
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Post by blackmage on Jun 19, 2010 10:19:27 GMT -5
"I understand you were given much praise for how you performed at Lourm while being a ship captain." The aide asked as he shuffled through more papers trying to skim through more documents. This was all sprung on him quickly by Admiral Heiman and he had no choice but to work with what he was given. Across from him the comm link was open and the man he was talking to sat quietly in a chair.
"I wouldn't exactly call it praise." Evander took a drag on his cigar. The lacerations on his face from previous battles had left him permanently scared for life. To Evander it was a minor inconvience. If anything the scars were a good thing to him. It showed he was dedicated to destroying Zeon even in the worst of conditions.
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"Ahhhh Their trying to kill me Commander!" The young frightened Zaku pilot screamed out in desperation as one of the AA tracers clipped the side of the Zaku II sending it into an uncontrolled spiral. Chuncks of the Zaku's arm were scattered through all of space. The limb was shattered into multiple pieces after the AA round had smashed its way through the mounted shield Evander smiled as he smoked his cigar. His crew was finally catching on to his method of fighting and now they were beginning to create mobile suit losses.
"Finish him off." Evander exhaled smoke as a group of AA turrets roared to life and slung a trail of red tracers in the direction of the injured Zaku. The young Zaku pilot screamed in terror as he watched the red lights from the tracers draw closer. He closed his eyes waiting for his inevitable end. He was thrashed around in the cockpit as the bullets impacted the mobile suit. The remaining limbs were quickly severed in different joints as the bullets sliced their way through. The chest portion of the suit cracked open revealing the internals of the suit. Sparks went up and down the stubbed limbs of the Zaku as it limped along. The pink monoeye sensor now begin to fade as the main power to the mobile suit had been severed.
"God damn it." The lead Zaku pilot mumbled to himself as he charged in. Behind his Zaku another one flew behind him acting as his wingman. Both mobile suits opened up on the Salamis with a burst of machinegun fire as they racked it damaging its fore guns severely Small amounts of flames begin to seep from the wounded warship's armor. It had taken too much damage for its own good and it was now about to suffer the same fate as all the other Salamis class ships at Lourm had.
"Sir we've lost all mega particle guns and our AA's have been neutralized by enemy fire!" A female ensign announced as she brushed back her brown hair. Before she could carry on another explosion rocked the ship as the lead Zaku fired another burst of bullets at The Glory. The ship rocked. Evander grabbed on to one of the arms of the chair to maintain his balance. He looked up at the Gunnery Sergeant. He was visibly frustrated with how the battle was going, and his ship was now on its last legs.
"Load tubes 4 through 6 with MIRVs and launch them behind us at those damn mobile suits." Evander barked more orders at the Gunnery Sergeant as he clutched the helmet on his normal suit. He hoped he wouldn't need to use it, but because of high commands Intel blunder he may have no choice in the matter. Three MIRV warheads slid into place in the launch tubes. The servo swiveled to the back of the Salamis pointing in the direction Evander hard ordered. The ships engines were still intact remarkably despite the rest of the damage the vessel had suffered. Its only anti mobile suit weapon was its MIRV warheads as it fought on its last leg. "Sharp turn starboard." Evander ordered to the helmsman. The ship begin its sharp turn with it slightly banking to the right to help it with the sharp maneuver it was taking.
"Heh, they're fucked." The Zeon pilot exclaimed. It appeared the Salamis wanted to escape the battlefield. It was no surprise given the shape of the ship and the beating it had just taken. Retreat would have been the ideal strategy in this situation. The two Zakus turned around in mid flight burning off major amounts of their own propellant The pilots of both mobile suits could tell the Salamis was near death and like sharks they smelt blood in the water as they rushed in for the attack. Both Zaku begin to draft one another to help each other to build up speed. When one suit built up enough speed the other would pass and allow the other suit in the rear to build up in momentum.
"Steady..." Evander spoke up as the missile servo swung around slowly. Its main gears were losing hydraulic pressure causing it to turn at a much slower pace. It played into perfectly to Evander's strategy of playing dead. "Steady..." Evander repeated once more as he sensed the anxious nerves of his inexperienced Gunnery Sergeant. Sweat poured from the young man's brow as he looked on to see the Zakus closing in.
"Aim for the bridge so we can finish them off. It will be like cutting the head off of a snake" The lead pilot announced over the comm link to to his wingman. The second Zaku replied with a quick flash of its monoeye to acknowledge the order. Both mobile suits begin to split away from one another and took aim at the bridge of the ship. They raised their guns in preparation as they came in closer now at a high rate of speed.
"Steady!" Evander now said with a more authoritative tone trying to calm the nerves of the crew as the Zakus approached. "Stupid mediocre Nazis." Evander thought to himself as he took another drag on his cigar. The gunnery sergeant looked back at Evander. Every few seconds he would look back at the monitor and watch the size of the distant Zakus grew larger as they came closer for their final attack.
"Fire." Evander exhaled smoke as he gave his order. The Gunnery Sergeant let out a desperate sigh of relief as he press the launch button on the MIRV warheads. The missiles left the tubes with a loud hiss and then a roar as they propelled themselves at the pair of Zakus. The missiles corkscrewed around each other in an erratic fashion before they detonated. Before the lead Zaku pilot had a chance to warn his wing man, it was too late. The small warheads swarmed them tearing them to pieces as they were shredded to bits by the small explosions the missiles had created.
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"I was referring to your combat record in the middle of the fighting. I understand what you did during the retreat is where you created most of the controversy surrounding you and your service." The aide asked Evander as he looked up from the file. Evander continue smoking his cigar calmly. He had been through these kind of evaluations before and he was never phased by the idiot staffers that try to play prosecutor and pick his brain. It was an all too amusing game to Evander that he didn't mind playing. He looked at it more as as a series of mental exercises.
"Their is no controversy, because I've told the story once and I'll be happy to tell it again."
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"Prep the escape capsule for launch. I'll be there shortly." Evander gave orders to the ensign. Kianna saluted and smiled. She knew sleeping with the captain would save her from the fate that some of the crew would have to endure next. She and a few hand picked members of the crew floated away from the bridge and into the corridors leading to the escape capsule. Evander sat quietly in his seat and stared out into space as a Musai class ship approached. The minovsky particle interference had made wireless communication impossible, but the intent of the Zeon vessel was clear from the Morse code messages they sent to The Glory while in its poor state. They demanded the surrender of the vessel.
"They can have it after its been crashed into their poor excuse of a ship." Evander boasted as he stood up from his chair.
"I agree sir lets crash this ship into their asses." The Gunnery Sergeant spoke up agreeing with the grizzled officer. Evander stared at the the more youthful crew member with a rare smile.
"Good I like volunteers....Well I'll be on my way out, don't disappoint me everyone." Evander turned and made his way to the door. The rest of the bridge crew sat quietly in their station shocked that they were being ordered into a suicide run. The Executive Officer floated away from his station.
"Your insane if you think we will kill ourselves to save your selfish ass!" The XO protested as he grabbed the arm of Evander Creed. He had watched Evander terrorize the crew on board the fleet since they departed for Lourm. He couldn't take it anymore and not allow Evander to escape and get away with possibly the crime of having everyone condemned to their deaths. He jerked Evander back toward him in mid flight. The sudden turn spun Evander back to face his second in command. A gun shot was the next thing that was heard. Blood gushered from the stomach of XO as he floated. A grimaced look came over him as he floated back away from Evander. The blood floated in small pockets of red crimson.
"Your out of line old man." Evander calmly spoke as he kept his M9 pointed at the Executive Officer. The XO grabbed his abdomen to stop the bleeding but it did him no good. His blood continued pouring out of him at an alarming rate. He now had begun to feel light headed as it all rushed out of him. Another gunshot rang out. This time the bullet found its mark perfectly hitting the XO in the heart and killing him. More blood poured out of the older officer. The trail of floating red would splash onto a female crew member's face causing her to go into a panic attack. She would let out a scream that caused Evander to cringe. "Shut up." Evander asked nicely but she continued on in her panicked state of mind. Evander took aim and squeezed the trigger again shooting her in the head to silence her permanently When all was said and done two crew members floated on the bridge deck dead. The remainder of the crew sat quietly in their stations shocked from the entire episode of violence that had unfolded in front of them.
Evander deposited his pistol back to its holster in one calm fluid motion. He was unphased from the event. Violence was his way of exerting his control over others.
"I am not asking you to commit suicide to save me. I am ordering you all to grow a pair of balls and die! So that a commissioned officer may escape to fight another day." Evander spat. He rarely bother to ever want to explain his orders to anyone, but given the situation this could be one of those notable exceptions to the rule. "You have all seen the blood shed here at this battle. You've seen how many ships were blown to Hell. Allot of officers have lost their lives here today."
"So did allot of soldiers!" The Gunnery Sergeant spoke out in defiance.
"Soldiers are expendable! Officers can't be replaced!" Evander replied quickly as he pointed at his younger counterpart. However I always have a back up plan if a good speech can't get you to do what I want." Evander smiled. "You know what I done to the other crew members before we came here...correct?" Evander asked nicely. The Gunnery Sergeant thought back to when they first disembarked for Lourm. He remembered the loud audible screams he could hear coming from the torture chambers Evander had set up on the ship. Nobody knew why he tortured some of the crew members, but one thing was clear. Anyone who tried to report his actions quickly became the stars of his torture sessions. Evander had friends in high places and he was someone that could make witnesses disappear without a trace. Rumors circulated about even families being harmed to cover up Evander's sadist ways.
"Yes...yes I do remember." The realization hit the Gunnery Sergeant like a brick. Their was nothing he could do to stop Evander unless he wanted his loved ones to feel his wrath. None of the crew members spoke up from then on out as Evander made his way to the door once more.
"Don't dissapoint me, or your families will feel the reprocutions of your actions...captain." The door slid open and Evander floated out to the main corridor.
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"I have to admit that boy sure knew how to crash a party." Evander joked as he smoked his cigar. The aide sat stunned at Evander's arrogance. He had never seen a Federation soldier boast the way he did about killing his own crew members.
"How can you kill your own?" Evander jabbed the cigar stub into the astray nearby. The smoke trail billowed its way up to his face.
"If I have to kill one crew member to maintain the discipline amongst the rest of the crew to prevent a mutiny on board my vessel then so be it. I will not hesitate in killing that one pathetic crew member that can easily be replaced." Evander calmly replied. The aide looked back down at the dossier he was filling out for Jamitov. He was unsure if he wanted to unleash someone like Evander out in space with little authority. Not to mention on to the Bollocks Fleet. "Don't be stupid!" Evander scolded. "You know and I know the talent pool is very thin amongst commissioned officers. Just hand Admiral Heiman my dossier...you know he wants me to take the job. Don't let your stupid feelings get in the way of doing what's best for the Federation Space Forces." Evander sat back confidently in his chair awaiting the aides final decision.
"Admiral Heiman will be given your dossier to view tomorrow. I suggest you set out for 2e." The aide signed his name on the dossier giving his recommendation to the Admiral. Evander smirked knowing the black storm cloud that had hung over his head since Lourm was finally dissipating.
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