Post by ender on Jun 25, 2010 13:14:29 GMT -5
It had been a week since his team had fully placed themselves in the belly of the Jukon-II U-34 Avalon, necessary for pre-Jaburo operations, and now, it was as if it had become a second home to them.
The Warmonger moved about the cramped halls and decks of the submarine, the crewmen saluting as he passed. Even before his arrival, Captain Nimue had whipped them into shape.
But they were too much like the Schutzstaffell. Cold, merciless, and lacking a depth of character that was sorely needed within the ranks. Perhaps that's why he had transferred from the Pendragon to her, and even requisitioned new troops fresh from California.
But now isn't the time to deal with welcoming the new recruits. He left that to Yuri. Instead, he finally reaches his destination. The pilots rack in the Avalon. Three bunks, plus one separated room for the CMSG.
His room, a place for respite from the concerns and cares of being the top pilot within the fleet. The door opens and closes just as quickly, and the Warmonger steps in, sealing the door shut behind him. The effects of the room are spartan, as per military regulations. Except for one thing, a white-erase board, and a permanent marker.
"How many have sacrificed themselves for the cause of Freedom?" His fingers ran across the board, feeling at the ink within it. He had made a point of it since coming to Earth to learn the names of those that had died.
Including the name of the girl at Side 3 who he had once called love. "Laurentia." The fingers fell upon her name. The reason why he had transferred to the TAF at the Academy. The whole reason he had come to war.
She was amongst the first to arrive during the drops. A proud Zaku Desert Pilot, assigned to Alexandria as soon as it had been claimed for Zeon. Then the Federation assaults began. And where was he?
Instead of being planetside, acting as a defender, and spending free time with Laurentia, he was training artillery troops. Zaku Cannons, looking at the prototype designs that would become the Xamel.
It was only when he heard about her death, that he left space. That he requested the transfer planetside to fight the war on the front lines, as opposed to training each recruit. The first on his list of those to be remembered.
"Laurentia, I'm sorry. I still am." He bowed his head, shaking it is as his hand moved down the list, the fingertips touching each name as they passed. They quivered as the memories seemed to fill him.
And he wept, because they would never get to see they day that Zeon is truly free. And he would never be able to see Laurentia ever again.
The Warmonger moved about the cramped halls and decks of the submarine, the crewmen saluting as he passed. Even before his arrival, Captain Nimue had whipped them into shape.
But they were too much like the Schutzstaffell. Cold, merciless, and lacking a depth of character that was sorely needed within the ranks. Perhaps that's why he had transferred from the Pendragon to her, and even requisitioned new troops fresh from California.
But now isn't the time to deal with welcoming the new recruits. He left that to Yuri. Instead, he finally reaches his destination. The pilots rack in the Avalon. Three bunks, plus one separated room for the CMSG.
His room, a place for respite from the concerns and cares of being the top pilot within the fleet. The door opens and closes just as quickly, and the Warmonger steps in, sealing the door shut behind him. The effects of the room are spartan, as per military regulations. Except for one thing, a white-erase board, and a permanent marker.
"How many have sacrificed themselves for the cause of Freedom?" His fingers ran across the board, feeling at the ink within it. He had made a point of it since coming to Earth to learn the names of those that had died.
Including the name of the girl at Side 3 who he had once called love. "Laurentia." The fingers fell upon her name. The reason why he had transferred to the TAF at the Academy. The whole reason he had come to war.
She was amongst the first to arrive during the drops. A proud Zaku Desert Pilot, assigned to Alexandria as soon as it had been claimed for Zeon. Then the Federation assaults began. And where was he?
Instead of being planetside, acting as a defender, and spending free time with Laurentia, he was training artillery troops. Zaku Cannons, looking at the prototype designs that would become the Xamel.
It was only when he heard about her death, that he left space. That he requested the transfer planetside to fight the war on the front lines, as opposed to training each recruit. The first on his list of those to be remembered.
"Laurentia, I'm sorry. I still am." He bowed his head, shaking it is as his hand moved down the list, the fingertips touching each name as they passed. They quivered as the memories seemed to fill him.
And he wept, because they would never get to see they day that Zeon is truly free. And he would never be able to see Laurentia ever again.