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Post by Oberst on Mar 24, 2020 6:46:42 GMT -6
Eva was aware they had a small army of technicians aboard the ship that would no fix Henry's ZZ but it seemed he did not need them, doing mild repairs on his own.
" You fried the breaker?" She asked quite amazed he'd manage to do such a thing. Had they not managed to stave off the enemy in time that could have disastrous consequences. " Well, at the very least you're capable of fixing your own mess. Don't let anyone else hear you saying that or you'll get a scolding." Eva would warn him. She liked the boy which was the reason she wasn't going to tell on him.
" I see you're quite a tinkerer in your spare time." It was easy to see he was a dependable fellow which only added to the fascination in her bright yellow eyes. The Lt. never did repairs by herself on the MP Nu, instead leaving that to the crew itself. There were no man power shortages, at least yet.
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Post by tachyonexodus on Mar 28, 2020 20:08:23 GMT -6
He smiled at her promise to him and looked at her with a confident glance, "I try my very best to be as dependable as possible, for everyone who’s going through this fight, that’s not to say the enemy is any different, but if they are solely focused on killing then that’s when action is taken at all times, a restraint I put on myself unlike other pilots, the propaganda goes through to them like fine sand is to water."
Henry would let go of the controls and then look back to see if he can get an order in quickly for some new armaments, "This battle will take everything we’ve got, so firepower, protection and speed are a must, wouldn’t you agree Lt. Cordova?"
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Post by Oberst on Mar 30, 2020 19:53:35 GMT -6
Truth to be told Eva was confused by what Henry was saying. The blond girl couldn't seem to be able to wrap her mind about what he was implying, his view points being completely alien to the blond girl but not for a lack of wit or intellect in her part, she couldn't really relate to any of this. She cared little about what the Martians opinion on this war were. They were the enemy and she couldn't afford them any sympathy at this time, having lost a few close friends and partners to them.
" The only thing I caught out of all of that was speed, firepower and protection. I would say I lean towards firepower and speed first and foremost." She wondered if this ZZ was also a three seater like the original.
" Would this perform any better with more than one pilot? She would ask figuring Henry would know the answer better than anyone else.
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Post by tachyonexodus on Mar 30, 2020 20:04:52 GMT -6
It is capable of holding two more pilots yes, but I haven’t really had the chance of finding others willing to do so...guess people are afraid of Gundams much like the Zeons are, can’t say I blame them, those Zaku’s got a taste of this big boy at full force, let alone without its actual modifications I need to request it has now, it can still be a force against them.
He looked back at her and let out a bashful chuckle.
Why do you ask though, are you wanting to join in?
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Post by Oberst on Mar 30, 2020 20:23:49 GMT -6
" Since I am your superior i'll have to be the one in control." As much as Eva would have loved to fly in the ZZ and let Henry do all the decision making there were certain things rank didn't allow. " Of course that doesn't stop us from practicing from time to time. I figure it would take some getting used to since I come from the MP Nu which to tell you the truth doesn't control that much different from a normal Jegan."
Eva had begun her piloting career on a Jegan type D which at the time was a fully mature system. The MP Nu was certainly better performing but both machines controlled more or less the same, differing only in a few armament changes.
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Post by tachyonexodus on Mar 30, 2020 20:40:54 GMT -6
That’s alright ma’am I’ll keep watch of things while you pilot and advise you on the controls if need be, sounds like it’ll be fun, I wouldn’t mind being your teacher...n-no offense ma’am!
He blushed at what he said and sighs shaking his head. He would get out of the seat and flit next to her as he scratched his head with an index finger chuckling lightly.
Well we can start right now if you’d like, to learn the controls that is, if not that’s fine.
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Post by maybe on Apr 5, 2020 20:43:42 GMT -6
It was a fleeting sensation. So quick that it was almost imperceptible, especially now that it had defaulted to navigation algorithms instead of pilots. That split second when the transport's gravity de-activated, but before they were under the power of the Hidalgo's. It was no more than a slight twinge of the gut, usually lost in the jostle of touchdown in the hangar bay. He had taken a dozen vacations where he never noticed it. Today, though? His focus was intense enough to pick up on everything. Every breath, sound, and gesture seemed to take on tremendous significance. After all, isn't this what he had been preparing for? He was standing on the cusp of destiny.
He just had time to straighten up in his seat self-consciously before his reverie was broken. Then the shuttle was powering down, and the orders came rolling out. Grab their luggage. Disembark and report to the deck for initial inspection. He took some small comfort in the familiarity of it. Stand erect, salute sharply--they'd been drilled incessantly. Whatever else awaited, this he could at least do well. He even managed to let his chest swell a moment as it came his turn to announce, "Ensign Crisanto Reyes, reporting for duty!"
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Post by Oberst on Apr 5, 2020 21:25:37 GMT -6
" Henry~ You can drop the 'ma'am' with me." Eva Angelina would straight out the young man's collar. Her golden colored eyes giving him a sultry look. Even though she was a superior she hated all the formalities that went on a warship. This ZZ was one of the Gundam designs she'd never been able to pilot but now had a golden opportunity.
" Sounds fun. I'm ready whenever you are." She would follow his instruction, reaching for the secondary cockpit hidden and taking a seat in there. Even though she was an experienced Gundam pilot, Zeta types were slightly different than the MP Nu and F90 she'd recently been piloting, there were a few extra levers, buttons and instruments to use in waverider/MA mode.
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The Clop class cruiser Hidalgo would be ready to receive the new arrivals. Cargo door open, guiding the shuttle loaded with the replacement pilots Lt. Commander Carolina Cordova requested mere few days ago. Most of Crisanto's comrades were as inexperienced as he was but this was a wide spread condition within the Federation forces. Not too long ago the Hidalgo crew was just as green but now after a month of continuous operations could no longer be considered rookies even if they still had much to learn.
Carolina was a young woman not even in her late 20s, personally standing on the hangar, ready to greet the new arrivals.
" Welcome to the Hidalgo, ladies and gentlemen. I am your captain, Carolina Cordova. She would personally shake hands with each one of them. " I've already assigned your private quarters which you'll be sharing with your fellow co-pilots." Clop class cruisers were not the largest ships in the Federation so space was at a premium. Crisanto had been assigned to share a dorm with this girl fresh out of the academy, a raven haired cutie named Salome Garrido- a Rezel- pilot from his same class.
The new mobile suits had also arrived in the form of a couple of Zeta Pluses which were still in fairly good condition despite not being exactly factory new.
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Post by maybe on Apr 6, 2020 2:09:50 GMT -6
When Crisanto looked at his commanding officer, he didn't see a woman barely his senior. He overlooked still resolving baby fat, which he himself had in greater abundance. Instead, he noted the hardness in her eyes. He could only imagine how much bloodshed one had to witness to earn such a gaze. He saw he crispness of her uniform and the surety with which she surveyed her new troops. The time between their birth was infinitesimally small in comparison to the vast gulf that separated people who had lived through the thick of frontline battle and those who had not. She, he realized, is something like that thing he would dream of becoming.
Then it was over. Their brief induction complete, they milled about finding their bunk partners and assignments. He saw his own about the time he read her name from the datascreen where the pairings scrolled. The two of them locked eyes for a moment. His gaze lingered on. She she had striking black hair that tumbled down to rest on her shoulders. Her grey eyes sparkled, brilliant and arresting. Crisanto almost forgot himself a moment.
Then, sticking out his hand, he finally said, "Crisanto Reyes, glad to meet you. Where are you from?"
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Post by Oberst on Apr 6, 2020 11:21:03 GMT -6
Salome golden eyes stared back at Crisanto, not shying away from eye to eye contact. Just like him she had graduated as an Ensign, having earned a reputation as a ruthless bitch back at the space forces academy. However, she saw something different in Crisanto that made her restrain herself from being her usual coarse self.
" I am from Dominican Republic myself." She would reply, admitting she came from this fairly small Caribbean island. Her father was a wealthy US business man while her mother was a Chinese woman he had married later in his life. Despite these cultural differences she considered herself a native, being fluent in Spanish and English.
By now she had gotten used to sharing a room with someone from the opposite sex since that was part of the whole learning process before being sent to serve on a war ship. Upon arriving at their assigned quarters, Salome would enter the shower first, trying to hurry up for the sake of her partner. She would walk out mere 10 minutes later not hiding her shapely figure while drying herself up. These accommodations were austere and cramped, giving it a cozy feel.
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Post by maybe on Apr 6, 2020 12:21:17 GMT -6
"The Philippines" he'd answered for himself after hearing a bit of her background.
They'd talked the whole way back to their dorm, and then she'd excused herself to shower. In the meantime, Crisanto busied himself unpacking. It was a swift process. Truth be told, they weren't allowed many belongings on this journey. Even if they had, there was very little space to put them. So he was sitting on his bunk, just looking up from his duffel as she re-emerged. What her uniform had only hinted, her towel painted as a florid illustration. A well-toned figure, shapely thighs and buttocks, ample breasts. On the one hand, like all trainees, he was used to mixed gender dorms. On the other, beauty was as noticeable to him as anyone.
"Welcome back" he started. "Is the water hot? You ready to go out and save the day?"
He was only half-jesting. People had come to the war with all sorts of motivations. Some determined, others optimistic, a few deeply cynical even before training was done. Each had their upsides. Most of all, he wanted to get to know his knew partner. He'd read about how important unit cohesion was. He'd be trusting her with his life from now on. The more deeply he knew her, the better. When they were finished talking, he'd then make to sliding past her toweled figure to shower himself.
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Post by Oberst on Apr 6, 2020 17:41:10 GMT -6
" it's pleasantly warm enough." Salome would run one side of the towel through her long and straight dark hair. She was no stranger to men being interested in her physique, merely dismissing it as her current partner having a healthy sex drive, nothing worth losing her cool over. There only a few things she'd brought in her own duffel bag but the first thing she got out was a cup filled with packeted tea bags. Normally there was a supply of fresh water in their quarters and a electrical stove she used to boil said water.
" Care to join me for a cup of tea? I have black tea, lemon tea and a few others." The girl understood the necessity to form a cohesive existence while they were on board this ship. It was important they both got along and so far Crisantos was pleasant enough. While her entire body dried up she wasn't going to bother putting any clothes on, merely sitting on her bunk keeping her legs humbly closed but not enough to keep moisture anywhere in her smooth inner thighs.
" Please, I am here for the love of the profession." Salome was proud of her professional detachment. For her there was no greater joy than becoming a respected Space Forces officer. Unlike most girls her age that looked after actresses or idols her role model were the female officers and pilots that fought during the one year war. She had encyclopedic knowledge of pilot records, recognizing names that would be alien to most people save veterans and academics.
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Post by maybe on Apr 6, 2020 18:48:21 GMT -6
"Mint please, if you have it," he answered.
One of the things they learned was to understand their bodies as weapons. Master every muscle to achieve your ends, and read every reaction for what it told you about the battlefield. He tried to read himself now instead of fighting what was happening. Letting the slight blush ring his neck pink, and feeling his pulse quicken. He could force himself to look in her eyes---their golden allure helped--everything else was too present. Too present, and very much too incredible for him to ignore. He repositioneed to sit a little more stiffly. The body was an implement: let it react. She would read the signals as clearly as he. Understand his interest. She would act if she cared to, and if not, he would let his body ride this out. He tried to focus on what she was saying.
"I am here for the love of the profession" she was explaining.
They weren't just idle words. There was a practicality to her that was foreign to his upbringing. How direct she could be about her motives. The way she sat unfazed with him in the nude. Whatever else she was capable of, she had very much mastered the ability to shrug off things that didn't matter. He could hardly fathom the drive she brought to bear when she was trying. It was rare in the world--or perhaps just in his. Too much so. He leaned into the conversation.
That's noble," he answered, the admiration evident in his voice. "Are you the first in your family to serve? I hadn't planned on the military until Zeon's attacks opened my eyes. It seems there's only one way to deal with people like them. I vowed to do whatever was necessary to make sure that happens."
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Post by Oberst on Apr 6, 2020 19:24:39 GMT -6
" I do have some peppermint tea." Salome would smile, picking up a wrapped up bag of peppermint tea. She would pour enough water on the kettle for two cups. Within a few moments their two steaming cups would sit side by side.
" I had this uncle from my father's side of the family. He was a pilot during the one year war and sometime after so he was my introduction to all of this. He would gift me these books and mobile suit models then I learned there were a fair number of female pilots, it was a great source of inspiration for a girl that seemingly got all she could ever want." Economically speaking, Salome's family had always been well off, enjoying a privileged status back in the idyllic Caribbean nation which had escaped the devastation of these conflicts of the past.
" Our enemy does identify itself as the new Zeon. We certainly must not allow them to continue posing a threat to anyone." She'd heard all about the 'demonstration' from last year in which the Martians unveiled their mount Olympus based railgun installation which they bragged was able to struck targets anywhere in the Earth Sphere. Official reports claimed the massive installation had been damaged during a previous raid launched by their spear head forces, albeit at a great human cost.
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Post by maybe on Apr 6, 2020 21:30:27 GMT -6
Crisanto listened to her explanation as he sipped his tea. It was hot, but incredibly good, especially given their cramped quarters. The spoke to good ingredients and skilled tea making both. Exactly the kind of skillset he would have imagined given the kind of life she was describing. He could close his eyes for a moment and see it. Perfectly crystalline blue waters. Everywhere this time, not just in the few enclaves unscarred by the previous war. Crisanto was sure they would understand one other entirely: background, outlook, income.
Thus he didn't hesitate as he began to explain for himself, "It seems we had similar upbringings. It just made me feel. . .we have the whole world given to us. Everything is ours. Don't we have some duty to protect it then, moreso than others? The cities destroyed are ones our families built, the businesses collapsing the ones our parents invested in; the people dying looked to us as role models. Who should be more offended by Zeon? I felt compelled to act.
From there? It was simple enough. Every generation has a new instrument of war that fundamentally changes the battlefield: archers, chariots, cavalry, artillery, air power. It was easy to see that mobile suits are the new standard. More than that, they're complex machines. Unless someone has enough education to grasp the basic principles behind them, how will they ever be utilized to their fullest potential? So at the end, it seemed unavoidable to me that I would have to join as a pilot."
Then he was clasping his cup eagerly again as she shared what she knew of Zeon. He'd heard the same horror stories as everyone else, of course. After all they'd done, no nothing seemed to extreme. But actual, first hand information? From people that had faced them on the battlefield. That was premium gossip back at the Academy. She was better positioned than most to know the truth.
"Do you know anything else about them? Did your Uncle tell you any stories?" he asked.
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