Post by Zero on Dec 11, 2009 3:51:32 GMT -5
Central Asia
On the move, they were always on the move these days. The whole fiasco in Africa fell apart, as soon as they had arrived the Feddies broke past the Patrols and out of the region. They had arrived too late, and because of that command ultimately deemed the entire operation a waste.
They were diverted, and while the Korp was broken up three of the pilots had found them selves still working together regardless. They had no unit name to signify their union, they were simply soldiers working to a common goal. East Asia, it had been hell, the weather was hot and Marko had linked up with two new pilots there. Manilla fell before they even got there, but they had a new operation, a new mission. For whatever reason, there was a communication flaw and word had never reached a crucial part of his plan, throwing the entire battle into disaray.
He'd felt it, the cold blade of death pressed against his neck and at the last moment like an Angel's trumpet the sound of Artillery shells boomed in the distance, and then his legs were blown out. Again. He'd lost another comrade, but there wasn't much they could do about it. The area had been too hot and they were ordered to fall back as soon as physically possible, meaning he couldn't even give the fallen soldier a proper funeral.
Marko sat alone that night, Central Asia belonged to Zeon which meant for the first time in awhile they did not have to worry about a Federal Attack. The weather was 'supposedly' nice, but in the Ukraine during September, that still meant fucking horribly cold. It was a harsh difference, shifting from the heatwave that had rocked East Asia to the chilly 54 degrees of Ukraine. Their camp was a modest one, a communication had come along not too long ago that instructed Marko of what he'd be doing next.
He couldn't help but heave a sigh. If he thought where he was was cold, he was in for a surprise. One of the bad things about fighting on Earth seemed to be that his Mobile Suit's legs kept getting shot out, introducing the Spacenoid to his old nemesis of gravity. Even with the Dowdage's advanced engines, it was useless if the legs got shot out and he ended up toppled over like a useless piece of crap.
"You broke it again, Baka." The female mechanic quipped from the sidelines, insulting the officer with disregard in her native tongue. Her eyes narrowed angrily, grease smudged across her face and totally ridiculous looking tool in her hand.
"You're too reckless out there, ya know." It was strange to Marko, she had never shown much interest in anything besides Mobile Suits before, but at the funeral Marko had seen a completely different side of Akane, it seemed to affect her worse then the others, something that Marko had made a careful note of. He had failed horribly at his task so far, every battle he had been in so far, someone in his squad had died.
"I'll do what is necessary to keep everybody safe." Marko commented dully, his hand taking a sip from the cup of coffee that he had been holding while his other tossed a folder of paperwork into the near-by fire that was crackling. He had his orders, no one else needed to see them now.
"Yeah...Except you'll be the one in the coffin if you don't take it easier...That suit of yours, it's impressive...But eventually....Eventually it's going to break, too." It was hard for Akane, to express exactly what she wanted. While it might have seemed like she was talking about the Mobile Suit, that was only half true.
The officer quirked a brow, the meaning of the message sailing clear over his head. He was never good at telling the subtle messages that women tried to give up, and much to Akane's dismay he just took another sip off of his coffee "We'll be traveling again soon. You'll have to get my suit up to shape in time for the next engagement....It is going to be big."
Akane turned, her hand clenching the tool tightly "I wont fix it." She warned, her head lowered just a bit "...I wont fix it if you're just going destroy it....So....Promise me you'll take it easy next battle, please, or else I wont fix it." The engineer was brazen in her demands, the officer was taken back. His eyes focused on the coffee, the awkward silence biting at him.
He avoiding getting close to people, it was just better that way, but something in her pleas seemed to crack through his thick skull. Was he really ready to die at the whim of some brat? Not likely, it wouldn't hurt things too badly "...Fine...We'll play to the safe side next engagement...Just make sure the Dowdage is fixed."
"Yes, sir!" Snapped the Engineer, who ran off quickly. It was the least he could offer, though he could make no promise to the girl that there would not be more death. Garma was really going all out this time...No doubt trying to show off to his family.
"My my....This is troublesome.." Felix said from behind Marko, his hands clasped behind his head. As XO, Felix had been privy to the knowledge that Marko held "We might actually die this time, you know."
"...I doubt even the devil him self could collect your soul, Felix." Marko replied, an amused tone to his voice as he took another swig from the cup of coffee. It was strange to see Felix so carefree, which meant that the pilot had actually been worried, and if Akane had still been around Marko knew Felix wouldn't have said anything.
"You know....It wasn't your fault." Felix finally said, sitting down beisde Marko, his arms folded and tilted toward the sky "Everyone else forgave you...Why can't you let it go?"
"Don't go there." Marko snapped back at the XO, who simply scoffed "Getting your self killed isn't going to bring her back." Felix returned the snap. There was an awkward silence between the two, Felix had touched a nerve, a nerve he had meant to touch because Felix couldn't have Marko off his game during this battle. They had to watch each others asses, they had to watch the asses of their teammates, or they'd all be in small coffins.
The silence was deafening, when a voice suddenly broke it "....So...Have you seen that new Dom pilot we got?" Felix couldn't believe what he'd heard, the Officer just cracking a grin until both men ended up chuckling. The seriousness of the moment was waved off "Though...on a serious note. Corporal Ota should be arriving soon."
"She's too young." Felix replied almost instantly, they'd both read the file on the girl "Yeah...But that doesn't matter anymore." Marko sipped his coffee. Felix twinged, a nineteen year old girl on the battlefield was unacceptable "Look. I'll be in my suit. Keep the children away from it." He growled out, raising up and taking off again.
"This is such bullshit..." Grumbled Marko, setting down the empty coffee cup as he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. Garma and his glory seeking, it could kill everyone here, everyone in this camp could die from Garma's lousy ambition at destroying the Federation's new battle ship.
"Heh. By this time table, we'll be on the move not long after everyone is gathered together."
On the move, they were always on the move these days. The whole fiasco in Africa fell apart, as soon as they had arrived the Feddies broke past the Patrols and out of the region. They had arrived too late, and because of that command ultimately deemed the entire operation a waste.
They were diverted, and while the Korp was broken up three of the pilots had found them selves still working together regardless. They had no unit name to signify their union, they were simply soldiers working to a common goal. East Asia, it had been hell, the weather was hot and Marko had linked up with two new pilots there. Manilla fell before they even got there, but they had a new operation, a new mission. For whatever reason, there was a communication flaw and word had never reached a crucial part of his plan, throwing the entire battle into disaray.
He'd felt it, the cold blade of death pressed against his neck and at the last moment like an Angel's trumpet the sound of Artillery shells boomed in the distance, and then his legs were blown out. Again. He'd lost another comrade, but there wasn't much they could do about it. The area had been too hot and they were ordered to fall back as soon as physically possible, meaning he couldn't even give the fallen soldier a proper funeral.
Marko sat alone that night, Central Asia belonged to Zeon which meant for the first time in awhile they did not have to worry about a Federal Attack. The weather was 'supposedly' nice, but in the Ukraine during September, that still meant fucking horribly cold. It was a harsh difference, shifting from the heatwave that had rocked East Asia to the chilly 54 degrees of Ukraine. Their camp was a modest one, a communication had come along not too long ago that instructed Marko of what he'd be doing next.
He couldn't help but heave a sigh. If he thought where he was was cold, he was in for a surprise. One of the bad things about fighting on Earth seemed to be that his Mobile Suit's legs kept getting shot out, introducing the Spacenoid to his old nemesis of gravity. Even with the Dowdage's advanced engines, it was useless if the legs got shot out and he ended up toppled over like a useless piece of crap.
"You broke it again, Baka." The female mechanic quipped from the sidelines, insulting the officer with disregard in her native tongue. Her eyes narrowed angrily, grease smudged across her face and totally ridiculous looking tool in her hand.
"You're too reckless out there, ya know." It was strange to Marko, she had never shown much interest in anything besides Mobile Suits before, but at the funeral Marko had seen a completely different side of Akane, it seemed to affect her worse then the others, something that Marko had made a careful note of. He had failed horribly at his task so far, every battle he had been in so far, someone in his squad had died.
"I'll do what is necessary to keep everybody safe." Marko commented dully, his hand taking a sip from the cup of coffee that he had been holding while his other tossed a folder of paperwork into the near-by fire that was crackling. He had his orders, no one else needed to see them now.
"Yeah...Except you'll be the one in the coffin if you don't take it easier...That suit of yours, it's impressive...But eventually....Eventually it's going to break, too." It was hard for Akane, to express exactly what she wanted. While it might have seemed like she was talking about the Mobile Suit, that was only half true.
The officer quirked a brow, the meaning of the message sailing clear over his head. He was never good at telling the subtle messages that women tried to give up, and much to Akane's dismay he just took another sip off of his coffee "We'll be traveling again soon. You'll have to get my suit up to shape in time for the next engagement....It is going to be big."
Akane turned, her hand clenching the tool tightly "I wont fix it." She warned, her head lowered just a bit "...I wont fix it if you're just going destroy it....So....Promise me you'll take it easy next battle, please, or else I wont fix it." The engineer was brazen in her demands, the officer was taken back. His eyes focused on the coffee, the awkward silence biting at him.
He avoiding getting close to people, it was just better that way, but something in her pleas seemed to crack through his thick skull. Was he really ready to die at the whim of some brat? Not likely, it wouldn't hurt things too badly "...Fine...We'll play to the safe side next engagement...Just make sure the Dowdage is fixed."
"Yes, sir!" Snapped the Engineer, who ran off quickly. It was the least he could offer, though he could make no promise to the girl that there would not be more death. Garma was really going all out this time...No doubt trying to show off to his family.
"My my....This is troublesome.." Felix said from behind Marko, his hands clasped behind his head. As XO, Felix had been privy to the knowledge that Marko held "We might actually die this time, you know."
"...I doubt even the devil him self could collect your soul, Felix." Marko replied, an amused tone to his voice as he took another swig from the cup of coffee. It was strange to see Felix so carefree, which meant that the pilot had actually been worried, and if Akane had still been around Marko knew Felix wouldn't have said anything.
"You know....It wasn't your fault." Felix finally said, sitting down beisde Marko, his arms folded and tilted toward the sky "Everyone else forgave you...Why can't you let it go?"
"Don't go there." Marko snapped back at the XO, who simply scoffed "Getting your self killed isn't going to bring her back." Felix returned the snap. There was an awkward silence between the two, Felix had touched a nerve, a nerve he had meant to touch because Felix couldn't have Marko off his game during this battle. They had to watch each others asses, they had to watch the asses of their teammates, or they'd all be in small coffins.
The silence was deafening, when a voice suddenly broke it "....So...Have you seen that new Dom pilot we got?" Felix couldn't believe what he'd heard, the Officer just cracking a grin until both men ended up chuckling. The seriousness of the moment was waved off "Though...on a serious note. Corporal Ota should be arriving soon."
"She's too young." Felix replied almost instantly, they'd both read the file on the girl "Yeah...But that doesn't matter anymore." Marko sipped his coffee. Felix twinged, a nineteen year old girl on the battlefield was unacceptable "Look. I'll be in my suit. Keep the children away from it." He growled out, raising up and taking off again.
"This is such bullshit..." Grumbled Marko, setting down the empty coffee cup as he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. Garma and his glory seeking, it could kill everyone here, everyone in this camp could die from Garma's lousy ambition at destroying the Federation's new battle ship.
"Heh. By this time table, we'll be on the move not long after everyone is gathered together."
