Post by Threid on Aug 15, 2010 6:18:34 GMT -5
The TV in the ship bar flickered, as news of the war streamed in. Kyle was enjoying another round of light drinks with Karol. The TV was usually just part of the environment - the normal stuff didn't merit Kyle's extended focus - but a long lull in his conversation, coupled with a mostly-empty ship bar and a particularly-interesting story, caught his interest.
"...a single Zeon mobile suit destroying more than 6 Federation mobile suits, caught on film by our exclusive source in the Federation military!"
Kyle watched as a large red mobile armor came into fuzzy focus, darting through the battlefield with a nimbleness that its size belied. Two anti-aircraft beam guns thundered through a GM as the red mobile suit headed toward a large Federation craft, which was making its way to the battlefield. The suit appeared to be deploying some kind of system around the hangar bay of the Federation ship.
Apparently finished, it sat waiting outside the hangar, long red claws clacking in expectation. The hangar bays opened, and 3 GMs almost tripped over themselves in their eagerness to get out. All 3 started sparking wildly immediately after disembarking, and exploded soon thereafter. Another GM peeked its head out of the hangar, looking around questioningly, but the big red mobile armor sent a giant pink beam at it, which sliced through both the GM and the hangar both, causing major damage.
The damaged ship started wheeling off almost immediately, and the Zeon mobile armor turned to engage another squad of GMs, which swooped at it from behind the camera. At this point, the recording jerked a few times, then abruptly ended.
Kyle sat back as the TV faded back to reporter commentary, wondering how they could continue to fight a war against such fearsome opponents, and speculation on how many mobile armors like that the Principality had developed. The pilot of the mobile armor was certainly talented. Kyle wondered if he was an interesting person; if they would have been friends, had they been on the same side.
Next on the docket was Evander Creed - Commodore Creed, if the man happened to be in present company; Kyle hoped that he never was. He'd heard stories from the other personnel in the 42nd. Creed was a cruel man, with an aptness for torture, and other creative means of motivation. Kyle had heard that he'd done terrible things, to his own crew, even: buried people alive, cut them into pieces, stabbed them, eaten parts of them - some of them were probably even true. The latest rumor was that he had cut off his own finger for failing the EF. If some of the rumors were true, cutting off a finger was getting off easy, in Creed's book. He'd probably killed others for less.
War certainly threw you together with some undesirable people, and separated you from others that you might have become friends with; it was very polarizing. People, who were essentially similar, who loved the same sorts of things - family, friends, a good beer, sports - even people who shared the same ideals, were pitted against each other. Now, certainly there were those who joined the fight because they believed in the cause, and hated everyone on the other side because of generalized assumptions, but most of the men that Kyle had met bore their "enemies" no real ill will.
Kyle could never be proud to serve with a man like Creed, but perhaps he might have befriended the pilot of the red mobile armor. In any case, if he ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting either of them on the battlefield, he'd keep his distance.
"...a single Zeon mobile suit destroying more than 6 Federation mobile suits, caught on film by our exclusive source in the Federation military!"
Kyle watched as a large red mobile armor came into fuzzy focus, darting through the battlefield with a nimbleness that its size belied. Two anti-aircraft beam guns thundered through a GM as the red mobile suit headed toward a large Federation craft, which was making its way to the battlefield. The suit appeared to be deploying some kind of system around the hangar bay of the Federation ship.
Apparently finished, it sat waiting outside the hangar, long red claws clacking in expectation. The hangar bays opened, and 3 GMs almost tripped over themselves in their eagerness to get out. All 3 started sparking wildly immediately after disembarking, and exploded soon thereafter. Another GM peeked its head out of the hangar, looking around questioningly, but the big red mobile armor sent a giant pink beam at it, which sliced through both the GM and the hangar both, causing major damage.
The damaged ship started wheeling off almost immediately, and the Zeon mobile armor turned to engage another squad of GMs, which swooped at it from behind the camera. At this point, the recording jerked a few times, then abruptly ended.
Kyle sat back as the TV faded back to reporter commentary, wondering how they could continue to fight a war against such fearsome opponents, and speculation on how many mobile armors like that the Principality had developed. The pilot of the mobile armor was certainly talented. Kyle wondered if he was an interesting person; if they would have been friends, had they been on the same side.
Next on the docket was Evander Creed - Commodore Creed, if the man happened to be in present company; Kyle hoped that he never was. He'd heard stories from the other personnel in the 42nd. Creed was a cruel man, with an aptness for torture, and other creative means of motivation. Kyle had heard that he'd done terrible things, to his own crew, even: buried people alive, cut them into pieces, stabbed them, eaten parts of them - some of them were probably even true. The latest rumor was that he had cut off his own finger for failing the EF. If some of the rumors were true, cutting off a finger was getting off easy, in Creed's book. He'd probably killed others for less.
War certainly threw you together with some undesirable people, and separated you from others that you might have become friends with; it was very polarizing. People, who were essentially similar, who loved the same sorts of things - family, friends, a good beer, sports - even people who shared the same ideals, were pitted against each other. Now, certainly there were those who joined the fight because they believed in the cause, and hated everyone on the other side because of generalized assumptions, but most of the men that Kyle had met bore their "enemies" no real ill will.
Kyle could never be proud to serve with a man like Creed, but perhaps he might have befriended the pilot of the red mobile armor. In any case, if he ever had the dubious pleasure of meeting either of them on the battlefield, he'd keep his distance.