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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 9:36 pm
Steven was taking another sip of the coffee when he was startled by a sudden vibration. "What the hell? I do believe that my pant are vibrating," he joked and started to rummage through his pockets. After a few moments of searching he finally found his communicator, which he was assuming was the source of the vibration. But after inspecting the communicator he scowled and could see no calls and no messages. Then he put it back in his pocket after concluding that neither knew why it had buzzed, nor anything about the communicator save for the 'talk' button.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 11:01 pm
While walking Clarissa thought again back to the orders she had received. She was now a part an infantry unit under the command of Captain Nakamura. Captain Nakamura, she had met the man just once and for a very brief moment but she still managed to recall what he looked like, thanks to a photographic memory. She had no clue where to find the man though, so through the process of deduction she set her primary task to obtaining the necessary equipment for the mission ahead. She already had her ammunition, but that was the extent of her preparedness. Altering her course slightly, Clarissa proceeded to the equipment depot.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 6:07 pm
Garrett smirked at Jack's comment. "Very true; and let me tell you, I've never met a man half as crazed as you are on the battlefield that can still keep his wits about him like you. It was a short walk to the depot, and by then Garrett was regaining most of the feeling in his injured arm. He slowly removed the sling and tried bending his elbow. He grimaced; it hurt like a b***h, but that was from the healing and non-use. He was getting it back. That put another smile on his face as he entered the depot and began collecting his equipment.
When he saw the armor they had offered for him, he couldn't help but wonder why. He didn't ask, though. If someone higher than him thought he needed it, he'd take it. He put it on quickly, careful to mind his injury still. It was... different, certainly, but it didn't cause any issues... yet. He didn't put on the helmet, however. It was too constraining, and he needed all of his vision if he was to operate properly. He sat against one of the few tables around the depot, waiting for the others then. He was separated from the rest of the group by some distance, and he was enjoying just being an observer for now.
After Arcadia had finished another sip of coffee, she was about to answer when Steven said his pants were vibrating. She waited patiently, gulping down some more coffee. She raised an inquisitive brow when he didn't explain the occasion. However, she continued to answer his question before asking her own. "My father works for Varvex Utilities Inc. as a project manager. They make the tracking and targeting systems for the cruisers and larger ships. My mother's unemployed, staying at home. And what was that about, if you don't mind my asking?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 7:28 pm
Dante was getting frustrated at the fact that he has been asking around and no one knew where Captain Nakamura was. The mess hall gave him no clues and he was left back at square one. Dante came upon a lance corporal. Dante asked, “Do you know where Captain Nakamura is or someone who does?” The lance corporal replied, “No I don't. why do you ask?” Dante sighed, “Because he is the leader of my new unit CIU 215.” He grinned, “Have you checked your data pad's tracking program?” Dante looked dumbfounded. “Tracking pro...” As if a light bulb came on at that second, Dante smacked himself on the head as if he was saying of course. “Thanks” Dante said as he was running off. Being on a destroyer he never had to use his data pad to find anyone. He could ask where someone was or he could tell where they'd be. After he inputed the data to find Captain Nakamura, he found it lead to the ammo dump. Dante said under his breath. “Well I needed to get my rifle anyways.” Dante entered the ammo dump and found a small group of people where the tracking ends. Dante walked over to the group and introduced himself, “Hello I'm Private Second Class Dante Sol.” Dante caught the captain uniform on Garrett Hendlow, Turn to face him, and said, “would you be Captain Nakamura?”
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 8:28 pm
"Oh Vartex, eh? Must be fun to work there," Steven acknowledged, "What was what about? Oh! The whole vibrating pants thing? It was just this stupid communicator of mine, it vibrated for reasons I don't know about. Nothing to be worried about." He finished off his cup of coffee and looked at the cup in dissapointment. "You want another cup of coffee?" he asked Arcadia as he sat his own cup down, "OK, when did you first realize you wanted to be a pilot?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 9:47 pm
Kai, arms half through the savior CAS, finished putting the vest section on and turned around. "I am he" the blond said saimply. "Who might you be? you look kinda like one of the pictures I got..." and with that, he checked the Datapad "Ah, Private Sol, Nice to meet you, I am Captain Nakamura, CO of CIU 215."
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In a few fort moments Emma, Intently corresponding her red dot to the green dot marking Steven's datapad, suddenly bumped into him as she muttered "Ah HA!" Stumbling backwards, she shook her head a bit "Oh my, Sorry.. Uhh.. Are you Corporal Kerning? it says i'm supposed to report to him..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 1:42 pm
Steven, surprised by the sudden jostling, turned to look at the girl. "Yeah I am Kerning. What can I do for you?" he asked the girl. Now that he had a good look at the girl whom had bumped into him, he was intrigued by many of her, for lack of a better word, attributes. But he was most perplexed by how young the girl looked, and he wondered why a girl who was barely into her teens was on the Hymn.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:30 pm
((Damn you all! I'm prompted to give a response, and then interrupted! Twice! BEFORE I EVER POST!... I'm not feelin' the love guys. Is this because I made Arcadia? I mean seriously, what the hell?
Kidding, just giving people crap, but seriously! This post is gonna be hella short now!))
Garrett smirked and pointed toward Kai just as the fellow Captain spoke up. "That's your man over there." He sighed as the private walked away and shook his head. So many damned kids. Sooner or later, one of them was bound to wind up dead. "Can't believe it's come to this," he murmured, laying his head back against the wall.
Arcadia just rolled her eyes and smiled. "ADD much, Corporal sir?" She finished her own coffee and quietly left the table to fetch three fresh cups, returning just as quietly. She set two on the other side of the table, near the Corporal and the new girl. While they spoke, she watched patiently, sipping at her fresh java.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 7:46 pm
Raji stepped up behind to the cozy little group, having followed Arcadia all the way from the shuttle she had taken. She cleared her voice loudly to get their attention, addressing Steven. ""Corporal Kerning, I presume? P2C Sedhik reporting." She stood with an uncomfortable yet authoritative grimace on her face, staring down at Steven.
Jack, who was 'requisitioning' himself a new Sugar behind Hendlow, gave a grim snigger. He seemed to get a sense of what was going through Garrett's mind. "If he's anywhere near as sturdy as us, he'll be fine. Hell, you've survived this far without even wearing freaking body armor. Not even I could pull that off." He gave a signature Jack grin, reassuring in its manic certainty.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 8:18 pm
"OOH, Yay! Hi, I'm Emma thompson! I've been assigned to this squadron. They said my sim scores were too high to put me somewhere alse, but i didn't think those things did real flying justice. They said I got 100% on the solo Drathos run... Can you believe that? I don't even know which simulation that was." The young girl shook her head, obviously not realizing the meaning of her words.
When Arcadia dissappeared then returned, Emma looked at the cup of coffee, eyes widening in suprise before blurting "I can have some of this? My mom got mad at me last time. something about breaking too much stuff." With a fake pout, the suddenly hyperactive girl gleefully picked up the cup and inspected it a few moments before finding the opening and putting it to her lips. Somewhere in the universe, A butterfly flapped it's wings.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 8:20 pm
Garrett opened his eyes and looked over at Jack with a curious glance. It shifted to a smirk and the Captain gave a shrug. "A fair statement. Still." He shook his head then. "We're bringing in goddamn children, Jack. It's really starting to churn my guts watching these kids get themselves blown to Hell. And they say we're so close to the end of this war, but I don't see it, Jack. Maybe I'm just a damned pessimist, but I don't see it. Look, I enjoy my job: blowing s**t up is what I'm born to do. I've been doing it since I was fourteen, and it's great that this is helping preserve humanity and all that other s**t people roll into their philanthropic mantras... but I'm tired of it. I'm not old, Jack, but I feel old. All these kids, trusting each other with their lives, trusting me with their lives... It's insanity. The sooner we bring an end to it, the sooner I can go home, get an actual job, and maybe-- if I happen to be lucky enough-- find a woman who can put up with my madness." He sighed, and laughed quietly at himself. "Never mind. That's not important. Just promise me you'll help me bring these kids home, okay?"
Arcadia hid her smirk behind the cup of coffee. Setting it down slowly, she spoke. "Seems as though you've found someone far more spastic than yourself, Corporal sir." She chuckled softly... it sounded dark and grim. "I'm just waiting for some elderly transsexual to stroll up on your right side, speaking slow as molasses. The evolution of temperament, at last!" Her serious demeanor returned almost immediately as she stood. "I'll be in the hangar if you need me, sir. They're refitting my Scim for atmospheric combat and I'm going to oversee the work. Good luck, sir." With her cup of coffee in hand, Arcadia strolled from the mess aiming for the hangar.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 8:40 pm
If Steven wasn't at a loss before, he sure was now. "OK everyone, just hold on for one second to get my thoughts straightened out," he said to the growing group of people around him. Pointing at Arcadia he said, "You are Arcadia Langdon, and you were recently assigned to Green Squadron. We have Covered that, so moving on." Pointing at Emma he said, "You are Emma, and you have also been assigned to Green Squadron, correct? And what your deal with coffee is I am not sure, but go ahead." And finally he pointed at Raji and offered the third cup of coffee that Arcadia had brought and said, "And you are Raji, and I am just going to presume that you are also here about having joined my squadron. And would you like some coffee as well?" Having gotten everybody straightened out in his mind, he looked over each one in turn. "Now, Emma and Raji feel free to take a seat. I was just trying to get to know Miss Arcadia here, but since you two are here as well this is as good of time as any to talk." Ten years since the last woman pilot in Green Squadron, and now three show up within ten minutes of each other. di immortales, heavens above! Too late though, Arcadia left from the mess hall, and now Steven was stuck with the two other girls. "Sit if you like," he said rubbing his forehead.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 12:01 pm
Thomas raised at eyebrow at Garrett's outburst. "Well, what's your brilliant alternative? We all run away? You can dream about it being done, but it's not done and it won't be. Not for a while yet. There's no point in griping over it, in wishing it weren't so. You've gotta just take what you can get." Sitting down heavily and with a clink of metal, Tom inspected his Bro. It was a nice feeling to have it in his hands. Light and powerful. What beauty.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 5:28 pm
Garrett glared at Thomas. "I wasn't speaking to you, Private, nor did I request your input. I suggest you keep your mouth shut next time you have some bullshit to say to me, because I'm not one to hold back on pulling rank. It's sir when you address me, especially if you want that s**t to fly. You don't know me, and you obviously don't understand what the hell I'm talking about, so shut it; I don't want to hear any more of your ignorant speech." His voice was level and calm, but there was a strong undertone of anger. No hatred, though; Garrett was slow to ever hate anyone for anything, even if it was as something as ignorant as what Thomas had just pulled.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 6:02 pm
"Pardon me, sir, but it sure seemed a hell load like you were griping. And what rank are you going to pull back? To private third-class? Oh the horror. I'll be doing the exact same thing," Thomas shot back. He turned away from Garrett. It wasn't like it was Thomas' fault that Hendlow took it as some sort of insult when he tried to help.
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