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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 9:35 pm
Garrett limped after, sighing heavily every few steps. Getting out of the ship was extremely discomforting and painful, but he groaned through it like a good soldier. He came out near Killy, heard him speak.
"Quit your moaning. As I recall, you came to us, snooping around our ship, getting into the shop, generally making a fuss." Being in pain was making the Lieutenant slightly more irascible than usual, and even pain-free Hendlow was always disdainful of self-pitying talk like that. It begged consolation, and that was one thing the demolitions expert was unwilling to console, let alone condone. "If you want to go back, we can sure as hell arrange it; I don't want soldiers that have no desire to be here, and if we actually need a damned liaison, we can find someone else."
As soon as Arcadia heard that, she lost all color and saluted- and saluted again when Steven's father arrived. When the relation was made public, she was even more shocked; these two seemed nothing alike. While Steven was a natural-born leader- people definitely gravitated toward him with ease- Admiral Sean Kerning simply radiated command. Now she was curious...
Ruze saluted properly then dropped back by his commander. Quite simply, he was rather amused and in awe. One hundred and sixty years old? Designed everything Ivlivanevya touched to do business? Impressive, even if he was full of himself. "Sir," he asked Siberia in barely above a whisper, "What's this about a new project and how risky is it going to be?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 12:23 am
After the call to attention and everyone following it, Istvan shut up, and then watched as his friend greeted his grandson for what was probably the first time in half a decade. Istvan thought back to his own family life and realized that he had been so immersed in inventing things that he had neglected to have one. Ah well. His siblings had had some and the Plutanovicz line was still strong. It was then, during the inventor's reminiscing that someone spoke, asking about the new project.
"Ah well-"
(To be continued. yes, that means chapter switch yaaaaaaaaay)
******
Within ten minutes, the Squad of marines were on a new shuttle, Heading up through the toxic atmosphere and out towards the vacuum of space. If one looked out the windows, they could almost make out the tiny pinpricks of light moving too fast to be stars; the Terran Battlecruisers and a few of the Ottyo ships.
Still, Many of the marines were glad to be off that sun-forsaken rock, and away from the enemy ship that had caused a few deaths. Many thought that the mission, which had been so hasty, was also much too costly.
A further twenty minutes would bring all the shuttles back, those with wounded landing first to allow for easier evac before letting the rest in.
CHAPTER 9 COMPLETE
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Posted: Fri Aug 06, 2010 12:40 am
Chapter Ten: The Gridiron
"Ah, well, It depends on how good a pilot you are. We have a new model of starfighter that's superior to the Scimitar in nearly every way, aside from storage size. We'd like them to go into service as soon as possible, and have also been given some intelligence on a very serious threat that we can n** in the bud. A Field test is in order, don't you think?" the Scientist rambled on, a grin on his face. Steven knew what the new model of fighter was, and probably had a clue about what 'field testing' meant, sharp as he was.
******
As Istvan spoke, the Shuttles which had taken off a while before returned, marines filing out and returning to their usual lives aboard the ship.
Except for the dead and wounded. it turned out that much of SS 215 had not made it through unscathed, and the injured folk were quickly taken to the Hymn's newer, larger medical bay, and each was taken seperately to a specialist in their specific type of wounds- Adrian was obviously the worst, followed by Garret, and Kai, too, though his wounds were really minor, and nothing that his body could not heal on its own within a day or two.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 6:32 pm
Lieutenant Garrett Hendlow was starting to feel he'd spent far too much time in the infirmary, especially after all those years that had been accident-free. Lying there, he looked toward Adrian then Kai. He decided he'd rather bellow to the rifleman. "Of all the damn things! I dodged more plasma bolts than the Hymn has ever fired, but no scot-free mission for me; no, the damn ceiling caves in to crush me!"
Now he turned to Kai. "Since they tied me up to your squad, Lieutenant, it's been nothing but trouble for me."
Arcadia was curious about the project, but eventually all would be told- they wouldn't have come to her squad just to clam up. So she focused on her stronger curiosity, one she might not get another chance to sate.
"Admiral Kerning, if I might, are you Steven's father?" It seemed a bit of a stretch, the man could easily be the grandfather of anyone present- Istvan excluded.
"If you're looking for skillful pilots, you've come to the right place, sir," Ruze proffered with a smile to the 'Doctor.' At this, he saw Arcadia pass him a glare from the corner of his eye, and so added. "I do believe I speak for everyone present in saying so."
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:46 pm
Sean continued to wait with the group to make sure Istvan didn't cause any more trouble, but figured that since the doctor did have some order of business with the pilots he wouldn't make him leave just yet. The Admiral took a deep and calming breath, it had been almost two decades since he was last in a military hangar. The smell of engine oil really brought back memories, some less pleasant than others.
So when the young woman spoke to him he had to snap himself back into reality, and recall what it was she had said. "Pardon?" he asked her with with a somewhat surprised look on his face. Once he had processed what she had said he chuckled a little. "No no, Steven is my grandson. Admiral Sean Tobias Kerning at your service ma'am," Sean said as he adopted a warm smile. "I trust Steven isn't causing to much trouble for you or your squadron?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 12:43 am
"This is Intelligence Agent Cibo. I am requesting supplies; two coolers of ice cream in order to pacify wounded personnel, and the Ottyo liaison." As soon as they landed, the wounded were moved out first, and she found herself forced to follow them, carrying an entire cooler of the stuff to the infirmary. 'Why didn't I just order one to the infirmary and one there?! Rrrraaa!' Lucky or not, Marcus was there to wordlessly take over for her. She gave him a quick wink; he scowled, turning away. As Cibo went with the others, she glanced back just once; Killy was already sitting on a Scimitar's wing and snarfing his way though a few containers.
****
"Here guys, dig in." She spoke quietly. As Cibo walked away from the marines, she quickly glanced back at them, preemptively replying in her defense. "I'm not doing this for you guys, it's just something I had to do! Hmpf!" The Intelligence Agent continued to walk away. 'Damn you Garrett, damn you! It's has to be your fault, it has to be!' Not five minutes following the end of the mission, her alien, Killy, hadn't been the same, and she was force to use her own money for lots and lots of ice cream. It was blasphemy that she'd spend for the sake of some xeno freak! 'It's probably what he said, right when that damned Ottyo was most vulnerable too...' Cibo's checkup was done, but now she was stuck waiting for results. The Intelligence Agent bent over into the large sink in the infirmary and began to run hot water over her head and face, taking soap from the dispenser and working it into a quick lather before rinsing. 'God, ever since we got back, all Killy's been doing is walking around and eating rocky road icecream...it's cutting into my wallet! Ugh...how much can this alien eat?' As she wrung out her jet black hair, Cibo's eyes popped wide in horror as something dawned on her.
'No. No, no, no! He can't be trying to commit suicide with chocolate, can he?!' She desperately grabbed her PDA and scanned over the list of approved and unapproved foods, looking up and down the column of text in hopes that chocolate was ok. 'No! No! It can't be! That's impossible! At this rate, he's going to...oh wait, there it is.' Cibo let out a small sigh of relief when she saw chocolate on the approved list. She let her hair dry by itself and moved on to cleaning out the helmet. 'As much as I like all the tough guy-macho stuff from these marines, this is too much!' She glanced at the PDA on the table and read more into chocolate and Ottyo; it read 'mild anti-depressant effects'. The offender's voice in the background rose a little and she briefly glared at Garret over her back before turning her attention back to the helmet. Cibo spat under her breath.
"Jerk."
****
Marcus stood a little closer to the group of Pilots, the Admiral, and the Scientist, quietly listening in on their conversation. As for the alien, well, it was sitting on a Scimitar's wing, eating directly out of small pint container of ice cream; the rate at which it ate it all slowed down now, and wasn't so hectic as before. It said it wanted a little space away from the marines for a little bit. Though it made the Intelligence Agent curious, he had his guesses why. 'Cibo's probably rubbing herself up against some marines somewhere in the infirmary. If I was in his shoes, I wouldn't want to look at her go at it either.' He lazily watched Arcadia out of his peripheral vision, even though his sight was on the living legend Istvan. 'Pilot girls are harder to crack, but more rewarding. Plus, not so muscly.' He carefully suppressed a smile before glancing back at his charge. "Hey, you ok there?" Marcus asked. Killy looked up from his near finished pint of frozen goodness with what was unmistakably a glum expression, nodding. The Agent's eye went to the floor and the small cooler that the alien brought along; there was several more pints of ice cream in there, and the Ottyo was only halfway through the batch.
'God Cibo. Bitchy much lately?' he thought to himself.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 6:00 pm
"Well, I Had heard that Green squadron was the best of the best, and that Red Squadron was just as good, so, I do believe you will be the lucky participants." Istvan answered Ruze, rubbing his hands together with an odd grin on his old face.
"You will have to begin flight simulations for the new model immediately, then, if you're to be ready for them by the time we're going to combat. Here's a special program to format the simulators I've written myself!" Istvan said, handing the datacard to Steven offhanded, despite the fact that he appeared to be talking to Ruze.
***
"Wh-What are these new fighters called? And how are they different from our Scimitars, anyway?" Emma ventured, somewhat shyly. She was intrigued by the thought of a new fighter, and very curious as to what this crazy old man had invented, as she was such a natural for starfighters.
***
"Ah, well, I guess it's safe enough here. it's already finished the prototype and testing phase so it's a production model now..." The inventor babbled for a moment, before catching himself and continuing. "It's called the Saber, and it's bigger and better. It has two engines instead of one, the wings are smaller and sturdier allowing it to hold heavier ordnance, albeat somewhat less of it, but that's fine as the missiles are built-into the elongated fuselage. Heavier maneuvering thrusters allow for faster reaction times, and are just as precise as the Scimitar's the controls are the same but, once again, more responsive and aided by nerve-impulse detection that can allow the craft to start moving the moment you think of something to do. Oh, and it has heavier armor meaning you can take more hits, though I'm assuming that you will all bring back your fighters in pristince condition, no?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 27, 2010 6:10 pm
Dilshod nodded to the old doctor; it certainly sounded better in every feasible way. He was admittedly more than excited to give it a shot. "Sounds like an adventure to me; so when do we start, sirs?"
"Oh, no sir; at least nothing that a little estrogen can't handle." She smiled. Then she realized what she'd just said and who she'd said it to. Her color faded and her eyes dropped to the floor. "...Sir."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 7:55 pm
“That’s usually how that works, now isn’t it?” Sean agreed, “It is always good to keep squads balanced for just that reason. You be sure to keep an eye on Steven out there for me, it may not seem like it but he can be a bit stubborn and hot headed.”
Steven was in an exceptional better mood than before due to his grandfather’s arrival. All he wanted to do now was speak to the man he idolized as a child, but just before he entered in on the conversation Sean and Arcadia were having the crazy scientist thrust a datacard into his hands. He stood for a few moments just looking at the card before processing what Istvan had said.
“Here ya go,” Steven said as he in turn handed the datacard off to Fred, “I am still technically on R&R, so I will leave it to you to get Green Squadron around to do the training sessions.”
“What about you? Aren’t you going to do the sims as well?” Fred asked as he tucked the card into his pocket.
“I’ll do them just the same, I am just giving you a chance to boss them around some more as the ad hoc Squad Leader,” Steven replied.
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 8:26 pm
No berating? No chastisement? That was strange but at the same time uplifted Arcadia's spirits- and her face rose as well, a soft smile now residing there since a (highly) superior officer hadn't just verbally destroyed her. "Yes, yes sir."
Then she took a moment, offering the Admiral a quizzical glance. "Hot-headed? That... That can't be Captain Kerning, sir. He's perhaps the most cool-headed person I've met."
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 8:47 pm
“Yeah, he has a long fuse, but he has his moments where he gets flustered. He takes after his father who in turn takes it from me,” Sean said in a steady tone, “but he makes up for it with his charisma.” Sean took a moment to glance out of the corner of his eye to see if Istvan was causing another disturbance.
“The man is like a child, I swear.”
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 10:08 pm
"Well..." Sounds about right. "I'm not so sure about that, sir. At least, he's yet to manage wooing myself or any of the other ladies. Sounds like he might have fallen a bit far from the tree." She smiled, then again realized just how much that sounded like flirtation WITH A SUPERIOR OFFICER, and dropped the smile to a small upward curve of the lips lacking in emotion.
I'm going to be in so much s**t. Goddamn Reds getting me drinking... She sighed silently. "Now if you would, sir, please excuse me." She gave a curt salute then walked (very quickly) from the hangar. Damnit, damnit, damnit. So stuuupid...
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 11:32 pm
"Hey, It's not my fault command put you here, and it's not my fault command keeps giving us the hard missions" Lieutenant Nakamura defended himself, as a doctor stitched up the small gash in his arm. The marine's jacket and decompression suit had been removed, exposing a close-fitting A-shirt that showed off more muscles than one would expect from such a thin man, and an IV was plugged into his opposite shoulder, helping to recoup some of his minor blood loss with Synthetic blood.
"And sorry, Cibo, but I don't really feel like ice cream now." kai answered to the intel woman's offer, twitching slightly as the doctor hit a nerve on accident.
Cibo shrugged. "Well, I guess it's more for everyone else then. How about you Garret?" she asked. The small cooler was simply sitting there innocuously, it's contents waiting, just waiting for a new owner. Deep down inside though, she was stil thinking as always. 'Just why did it insist on getting this much icecream? It meant I had to buy even mroe to cover myself...hmm. I have to report to the Admiral soon. Maybe she'd like some?'
Garrett just shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Doesn't change the facts, Lieutenant." His attention moved to the intelligence agent with a sigh. He blinked at her, thinking, then looked at the tub of frozen sugar. "What flavor is it?" he asked.
"Well, Maybe you just need to pay more attention. I managed to dodge the giant obvious wall and ceiling that were falling." Kai joked, grinning "Though I couldn't quite dodge a sword." he added, indicating his now-stitched forearm. "At least you've survived all the battles so far... We've lost so many..."
Both their words echoed in her mind as she reached her hands into the small cooler, rummaging around between the several individual serving tubs. 'Thank god for foresight. I made sure this was assorted.' Cibo pulled out a few of the containers. "I think we got rocky road, some sort of sorbet. Its that unspecified kind filled with rainbows. And a few vanillas. Sure you don't want any Kai?" It annoyed her, what the Lieutenant said. So few Terrans left. And the occasional message with an offer for a 'reproductive incentive' didn't help either. She eyed the man's face and then chest briefly before looking back at Garret. 'Great. They're all reminding me of that.' She shook a small tub of icecream their way.
With a groan, he sat up. A thoughtless wave of the hand dismissed Cibo's offer; his focus was on Kai. "Don't you pull that s**t, Lieutenant. Lives are lost, don't I know it, and every one had sentiment, but don't you DARE get squishy on me. It's a fact of life, and an unavoidable hazard in our line of work. You had better start respecting that- this lamenting bullshit isn't going to fly." Now he was getting philosophical.
"Death's a part of existence, Lieutenant, and I'm not going to listen to you complain about the inevitable. Grieve your losses, pay your respects, and move on with the lessons you've learned. None of this sitting around crying me a river nonsense. I expect better out of any commanding officer, but especially you."
"Do I look like I'm crying?" Kai asked, pointing to his face, which was instead a scowl that just radiated annoyance. "We've had a lot of people DIE, and you're the one complaining about a simple injury. You've got alot more to be thankful for than to be whining about, and number one is the fact that you're still alive." he still seemed a bit annoyed, but stopped and took a few breaths to calm himself. "I don't need you to lecture me on the facts of life after every mission. Yeah, you're older and more experienced than I am, but I've also been doing this just as long as you have. I know what i'm up against."
The Lieutenant left it at that, seeming to turn off that part of his brain for a moment as he began poking gently at his stitch with a finger. "On second thought, I'll take some of the Sherbet. you have spoons, right?"
Kai shook her out of it. "Yeah. I do." she spoke quietly. Cibo reached in and grabbed one of the little tubs; they all had tiny spoons in bags glued to the side. Her hand reached out and laid it by the Marine's side. Though it was a topic that they were all very intimate about, it simply pushed her away from them. She coudln't say much, because the things she remembered in her head kept saying things before she could. 'I could really use a hit right about now. Forget everything.' She stood there and looked down at the open cooler she held, the small bock of dry ice slowly ensrhouding the contents in mist.
Hendlow smirked at Nakamura. "You're taking me too seriously, Lieutenant. Far too seriously." In the transition from sobering to casual, Garrett forgot his distaste for Cibo. "Hey, Malinowsky, do you have a light 'n stick? I could really go for one of those right now." The Lieutenant had either forgotten or was blatantly ignoring the fact that he was in a medical facility.
A Doctor who was working on someone nearby stopped for a moment and reminded Garrett "This is the medical ward. you either have to go simulated, or leave, and you haven't been cleared to leave." the doctor rolled his eyes at the marine's need for such oral stimulation, and went back to his patient.
"You're just horrible at sarcasm." Kai quantified, twitching again as he poked the same tender nerve as the Doctor had. "I think they need to make us better armor in any case. I know it was cheaper to fix our bodies than make us new armor, but with the resources this planet means, that shouldn't be a concern anymore..."
"Sorry Garret. I've hardly been out of rehab. It'd be a bad sign if I carried one with me, right?" She glancd about and looked back at the two before leaning in closer. "Between you guys and me, I don't like him. The alien I mean. Maybe I'm just being a racist, but I bought all these so I wouldn't look like I'm getting it all for him. Which I did." Cibo quickly trotted off and handed out more of her ice cream before rapidy returning. "To be honest Kai, I think that's what our Ottyo friends were thinking when they handed us this ENTIRE planet." She shifted a little as she stood there, and spoke even more quietly. "Mabye...they want us to fight? Maybe..." She went on, even more quietly. "Maybe, maybe I've been doing this job to long..."
He sighed and shrugged. Hearing Cibo, though, elicited another groan. "Sure they do; power in numbers, don't want all your eggs in one basket, and all that jazz." He waved his hand dismissively once more; the subject was moot. He knew the Terrans would fight regardless of what ANY of the aliens wanted, and he would be one of those fighting Terrans to the end.
"You ought to relax and just focus on the one Ottyo." Then, back to Kai. "You're just missing my marks with all the drugs in your system- not used to them. Me on the other hand," he rose to his feet with a grunt. The gown he wore more like a towel, wrapped around his waist and leaving his upper half exposed. There was a deep inhalation before he continued. "Done this too many times for it to affect me much."
Just then he noticed a nurse come waltzing by- the swing of her hips in particular caught his eye. "Ma'am." She stopped, looked at him inquisitively. "Could you help me out? I'm trying to get out of here."
"Well, let's see." she started, grabbing the digital pad at the foot of the bed Garrett was set up at "It says here you have to wait here for another hour for the bones to set properly, and the drugs in your system currently have been noted to have odd effects on your confidence levels, which may attribute to bad decision making. So, No, I don't think I can release you yet. At least wait long enough for the accelerated healing drugs to wear off before you go." she informed him, in a very professional tone. almost as quick as she was stopped, the nurse continued on, heading for the patient she had been going to check on already.
"Looks like it 'not affecting you much' is part of the effects." Kai smirked, after the nurse made a note about the unintended boost of confidence cause d by the drugs. "So, it looks like you're stuck here. My IV bag is almost empty and they said i was free to go when it was so, looks like you got the short end of the stick." The lieutenant seemed rather smug about this fact. "Why are you still in here, Cibo? All you did was blow chunks a couple times."
"Eh, yeah....about that..." Cibo was there for some cursory tests, yes, but there was something else as well. It was her last drug test. 'They said that last one was the last, but I knew they were bullshitting me! Ha!' She answered the man, "Well, I just had to have a few other tests done on me, and I'm just waiting for permission to leave. And results of course. I do want to report to Evelyn. Speaking of her, I'm a little worried; she hasn't been out of the bridge lately."
She shrugged and grabbed the edge of the doctor's sleeve as he walked by. She changed her demeanor a little and added on some pleading eyes. "Excuse me, will I be able to leave soon?"
Another sigh as he sat down- and a wince as his bones made some unusual noises. "Well that's a bum deal," he moaned, laying back again with his hands beneath his head. He was receding into his own mind now, uninterested in anything else except for the passing piece of eye candy- which was very seldom. And even then, his glances were less than half-hearted, more out of habit than any real desire. 'What a bum deal...'
"Maybe if you kicked the habit you wouldn't care about not having any." Kai chuckled, gloating about his relative freedom from drugs (Aside from the occasional combat drug when he had an actual injury) He then turned to the Intelligence officer, and said "Ah, the Admiral... I had some business with her after that assault on Saratar, she seemed pretty normal then. Just a little stressed from something, probably our loss at Ovid catching up with her."
The Doctor grabbed her info sheet, and tapped on it a few times. "Yeah, you can leave now. a copy of your results have been sent to the necessary people, as well as to your own datapad." he explained, and then, like most every other medical officer, headed off, as he had some other patient to attend to.
"Ovid. God. I ended up busting a rib for her there." Cibo commented carelessly. 'Relax, relax...' Cibo thought. She brushed some stray hairs out of her face to help with that. "She's completely holed herself up in the bridge. I know we lost, but this is. Well. It's a little ridiculous. Maybe I just don't know her very well, but if she's...nevermind." She glanced back at the two men, looking their bodies over and tossing that sudden spike of feelings. "Well, at least it's not all your ribs Garret. And you, your limbs. You're lucky he wasn't any more eager to stick you with his sword. He just wanted a drumstick." The Intelligence Agent's eyes darted from Garret's bound ribs and then to Kai's cut arm. "If you want, I think I can stay around a little longer."
Mention of the Admiral had Garrett curious- partly because he, despite his best efforts, genuinely found her attractive, and partly because he had no desire to go right back to work after healing. Work being paperwork and inventory seeing as how he wouldn't be allowed to get back to the fun stuff- the 'hard work' they tried to call it- until everything was fully healed. Anything short of someone making a terrorist threat aboard the Hymn would be a welcome distraction. "I'd like to join you to visit the Admiral, if it's alright," Garrett offered quietly. "Could use the exercise."
Kai eyed his IV bag as it sucked itself dry. Almost on cue, a nurse showed up and quickly removed it, taking the pieces to be disinfected so they could be reused. Unlike ancient times, the Terran body had been improved such that a bandage wasn't needed for the small pinprick caused by the IV.
"Well, I wouldn't mind seeing her again. I don't think she realizes that she should probably take a break, even if she is a quantum computer, we technically are too, and I know for a fact we need rest." he said, looking to Garrett, knowing he was now the only one keeping them from going. All the other injured marines from 215 were either out or still being taken care of, and those killed were elsewhere being processed so their families could be notified, so the issue of having a funeral for them or not didn't matter yet. a ship-wide service would probably be held eventually anyway.
Cibo's reply came fast. "Hey, that'd be great. I'm sure shipmist- blagh! Damned alien...I mean, I'm sure Evelyn would be happy to see you two again. From what I recall, it's been a while, hasn't it?" She spoke, blushing. Cibo knew she shouldn't be messing up like this, but she was. Why? Not once with the shipmistress thing, but twice, reminding them she simply knew things. Everyone knew she knew things, but she wasn't supposed to remind them! 'Stupid, stupid, stupid! I'm going to get you for this Yotruyan!'
"And maybe we could talk to her about changing our name to 'Suicide Squad 215' seeing as how we get all the ridiculously dangerous missions without all the black ops training." It was said in a snarky tone with a matching smirk. "Imminent death aside, though, I'd just like to get the Hell out of Dodge for a bit- even if that only means travelling a few hundred feet in the vertical." He was clearly on board for this.
"Or at least something better than Shock Squad," Kai agreed, scratching the bag of his head with his non-hurt arm. "I guess I can take a nap while we wait for Garrett to get released" he finished, laying back on the small bed in the medical bay and closing his eyes. He seemed to be out rather quickly, though you never really knew with the lieutenant.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:51 pm
He heaved another sigh. Great. Thanks a lot, Lieutenant, leaving me with Cibo.
Still, he might as well make the best. "What's a girl like you doing in intel ops?" he uttered in a deadpan tone. He wasn't really that interested, but who knew? Maybe there was an interesting story.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 9:06 pm
"Well..." Cibo seemed to turn away and hug herself for a moment, as though bracing herself for painful memories, her voice trailing off and then starting up. "To be honest, I was orphaned as a baby on a fringe colony world. I never knew my parents really. With my parents dead from an unexpected plague, the blue skinned natives taught me their ways." She turned to face Garret directly, and with a straight face, went on.
"When the great betrayal happened, a refugee ship touched down shortly on this planet. Just a few days you know. But it was enough for me to decide to leave." The intelligence agent's eyes looked up towards the overhead lights in a thoughtful pose. "I miss them a lot, so maybe that's why I'm such a b***h all the time. Sorry if I pissed you off a lot. And sorry ahead of time, because I'll probably end up doing so some more. I can't really help it you know."
She gave him a slightly embarrassed, self conscious smile.
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Marcus sat there beside the alien as it started on another little container of icecream, eying the strange bag. 'Who the hell makes a military style bag out of non-reflective silk?' Just as he was about to ask the Ottyo just what was in it, he realized that he couldn't tell where the alien's other eye was looking. With it's head's geometry, only one eye was at the intelligence agent's scrutiny. "Hey, what you looking at over there friend?"
"Her. She's bothered." it replied, pointing to Arcadia with it's tail. "If I share, do you think she would feel better?"
Marcus' face lit up. 'Now, wouldn't you be a good topic to talk about?' He grinned. "Hey!" Marcus called out to the woman. "You alright over there? Even Yotruyan here can tell you're a little troubled. Come over and we'll share with you!" he spoke, holding up one of the small containers.
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