Post by tylatz on Oct 19, 2011 19:36:16 GMT -5
Zero-G. Just say it. Go on. Feel the way it rolls off your tongue. Just the sound of it is thrilling. Zero-fucking-G. It was something that Link had always been fascinated with, being an Earther, but had never once experienced beyond simulations and free-falls. In his mine he always imagined it as the greatest thing feeling second only to sex and rock'n'roll. Maybe that is why he has such a bad habit of falling long distances? To imagine it was amazing, but to experience it?
“This is so fucking awesome,” Link exclaimed to himself while kicking himself across the hangar bay of the Albion. They had been in space for a couple of days now and the novelty of being weightless was still fresh despite Link bouncing around the entire ship like a super ball; once the space sickness wore off at least. He was even becoming proud of himself for his aerial acrobatics which he showed off with a slow spiraling flip that he landed almost perfectly on the cockpit hatch of the GM Cannon II that was brought in for servicing before the scheduled spar later that day. It was rather convenient that someone had decided to bring the mobile suit onto the Albion rather than one of the other ships making up the fleet. It was even brought in early enough that the crews would have time to make repairs overnight if needed, but since they weren't most of the crew was fast asleep. So convenient that one might even think a person tampered with the orders to make it so. Kind of like how an entire squad of Rangers were sent out to be blown to hell and back by Don Escargots by a commander that had no record of ever signing off on the order. Link grinned to himself as he popped the cockpit open, “strange how these things happen.”
Settled in the pilot's seat, Link wasted no time in putting into action all of the little things he had learned from Moya while aboard the Albion; to think that amazon bitch would be so useful. His window of opportunity was fragile at best and if he was spotted there would be a double check of all systems aboard the GM. Link couldn't have that happen. First he had to disable the communications bypass to prevent the pilot from blocking out transmissions unless he physically cut the cables. There were also the sensors, he couldn't completely disable them or make the fault too obvious, but he could tweak the calibration just enough to provide unreliable distance readings. Of course there wouldn't be much of an effect across short distances like that within a ship, but for long range weapons and leading a target the impact would be significant. He considered for a moment attempting to alter the alignment of the targeting sensors to place the reticule a set distance off. It wouldn't be too hard.
His thought was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the hangar bay, the unmistakeable sound of the ship doors opening and closing. The sabotage was quickly covered, hastened by a sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through Link's blood. A couple furtive glances into the hangar and he popped out of the cockpit, shutting it behind him. Snaking through the mobile suits filling the hangar he came to a stop ten meters above the door he heard open. He scanned the interior of the hangar, seeking whom had entered, but was unable to spot anyone in the dim expanse.
The door opened again and two mechanics floated into the bay, snapping Link out of his search for the mysterious entrant. Link launched himself down to the door, gliding along the wall out of sight of the pair. Silently he absorbed the impact with the flooring with one hand and pushed off through the door a second before it shut behind him. A toothy smile spread across his face when he regained his balance in an empty hallway. Link was going to win this spar.
“Looks like we're the first ones here again,” Rick commented to James as they ventured into the hangar, forgoing actually turning on the lights.
James, slightly ahead of Rick, spun to face his partner, a shady twinkle in his eye. He hummed agreement and brought himself to a halt to catch Rick in an intimate hug. “Just the two of us.”
“This is so fucking awesome,” Link exclaimed to himself while kicking himself across the hangar bay of the Albion. They had been in space for a couple of days now and the novelty of being weightless was still fresh despite Link bouncing around the entire ship like a super ball; once the space sickness wore off at least. He was even becoming proud of himself for his aerial acrobatics which he showed off with a slow spiraling flip that he landed almost perfectly on the cockpit hatch of the GM Cannon II that was brought in for servicing before the scheduled spar later that day. It was rather convenient that someone had decided to bring the mobile suit onto the Albion rather than one of the other ships making up the fleet. It was even brought in early enough that the crews would have time to make repairs overnight if needed, but since they weren't most of the crew was fast asleep. So convenient that one might even think a person tampered with the orders to make it so. Kind of like how an entire squad of Rangers were sent out to be blown to hell and back by Don Escargots by a commander that had no record of ever signing off on the order. Link grinned to himself as he popped the cockpit open, “strange how these things happen.”
Settled in the pilot's seat, Link wasted no time in putting into action all of the little things he had learned from Moya while aboard the Albion; to think that amazon bitch would be so useful. His window of opportunity was fragile at best and if he was spotted there would be a double check of all systems aboard the GM. Link couldn't have that happen. First he had to disable the communications bypass to prevent the pilot from blocking out transmissions unless he physically cut the cables. There were also the sensors, he couldn't completely disable them or make the fault too obvious, but he could tweak the calibration just enough to provide unreliable distance readings. Of course there wouldn't be much of an effect across short distances like that within a ship, but for long range weapons and leading a target the impact would be significant. He considered for a moment attempting to alter the alignment of the targeting sensors to place the reticule a set distance off. It wouldn't be too hard.
His thought was interrupted by the sound of someone entering the hangar bay, the unmistakeable sound of the ship doors opening and closing. The sabotage was quickly covered, hastened by a sudden rush of adrenaline flowing through Link's blood. A couple furtive glances into the hangar and he popped out of the cockpit, shutting it behind him. Snaking through the mobile suits filling the hangar he came to a stop ten meters above the door he heard open. He scanned the interior of the hangar, seeking whom had entered, but was unable to spot anyone in the dim expanse.
The door opened again and two mechanics floated into the bay, snapping Link out of his search for the mysterious entrant. Link launched himself down to the door, gliding along the wall out of sight of the pair. Silently he absorbed the impact with the flooring with one hand and pushed off through the door a second before it shut behind him. A toothy smile spread across his face when he regained his balance in an empty hallway. Link was going to win this spar.
“Looks like we're the first ones here again,” Rick commented to James as they ventured into the hangar, forgoing actually turning on the lights.
James, slightly ahead of Rick, spun to face his partner, a shady twinkle in his eye. He hummed agreement and brought himself to a halt to catch Rick in an intimate hug. “Just the two of us.”